sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Accepting the created garment with a sly wink, Safrin sweeps it around her shoulders. "How does it look?" She wonders, her head falling coquettishly toward one shoulder as she peers up at him.
'Well, too often.' Safrin laughs in response. Watching him sit, noting how he did not deign to sit next to her, but across, the goddess listens to his explanation with a soft roll of her eyes. "Well of course I am." She titters, though the mention of protection has her lips drawing into a fine line as all amusement washes away.
"And how well has that worked out for you? This stoic armour?"
'Well, too often.' Safrin laughs in response. Watching him sit, noting how he did not deign to sit next to her, but across, the goddess listens to his explanation with a soft roll of her eyes. "Well of course I am." She titters, though the mention of protection has her lips drawing into a fine line as all amusement washes away.
"And how well has that worked out for you? This stoic armour?"
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
