Dusk has not quite left its final imprint upon the sky, leaving the heavens a wounded and bruised purple that simply disappeared into black should you look too long. The stars are few and the ones that do shine seem lacklustre tonight. The wind that blows in from the coast is warm and sweet though, so at least there's that.
Upon the cliffs Safrin stands, a long white gown billowing out from her body. Where this cliff a ship, she'd be the masthead brazenly breaking waves as they set across the sea.
Wake up grey eyes. Her voice will sweetly slip into Sunjata's dreams, tugging him into wakefulness. Come to me. She doesn't add alone, though it's very much implied.
Upon the cliffs Safrin stands, a long white gown billowing out from her body. Where this cliff a ship, she'd be the masthead brazenly breaking waves as they set across the sea.
Wake up grey eyes. Her voice will sweetly slip into Sunjata's dreams, tugging him into wakefulness. Come to me. She doesn't add alone, though it's very much implied.
SAFRIN
