I don't know if you can hear me

Safrin's smile is sweet and understanding as she softly shakes her head. "It is in your nature to doubt." She replies, exuding elegance and calm. The goddess's head tilts to the side allowing a few tendrils of hair to fall against her shoulder as she listens to the Madame's worries. "You are made for much more than you give yourself credit for, Maeve. Already you have risen to the top of the small world you rule over, but there could be much more that opens at your fingertips, if you ever want it." Safrin's shrug is gentle, but leading. "Truthfully I am surprised it is to me that you have decided to call...Frey certainly seems much more fitting to the life you find yourself in?" Safrin's dislike of the other herald is quite clear in the way small frown lines form around the corners of her mouth. Safrin