Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

Safrin "Oh never. Besides, I have the mortals for flattery now." She sniped back. Unlike her counterpart, Safrin's disapproval was writ clearly in the lines of her face and the narrowing of her eyes. Safrin watched as, like a black hole, Ludo enveloped her light. Of course that was what they were to one another, what they always had been, and yet she turned her gaze away at the sight of her light being snuffed out so easily. "Maybe if you would ask first.." She quipped back sulkily, turning her gaze up as he settled, more or less, before her. "True." She agreed with a small and tentative smile. "The one with the wolf masks and that woman in charge? Now that was something." The smile drifted across her face and Safrin sighed pleasantly at the memory.   Giving Ludo a pointed look, which was rather difficult given the vacancy of its stare behind the mask, Safrin shook her head. "A festival that occurs once a year? Tsk tsk." She tutted, wagging a finger and cocking a hip. "Imagine what Frey would say hearing that you are only called to come once a year." The innuendo was easy and obvious, and despite how she hated even saying Frey's name, still she laughed. Flinching slightly, the amusement drained from her face as she nodded gravely. "No...things are different now. They are closer, even if they do not realize it." Before she could say more, her eyes widened and her pupils exploded like stars bursting into life. "You gave a mortal your mask?" She demanded, awe in her words and concern high on her cheek bones.