I don't know if you can hear me

'All things in their own time.' There was no need to rush after all. Maeve was young still, with her life ahead of her. For all the Madame had accomplished, she was barely more than a few sentences deep in the storyline of her own life. Of course Safrin preens slightly to hear that favourable things about her had left the Flood's lips. Vanity was not a trait the goddess bothered to hide nor be ashamed of. "And what's stopping you? I'm sure you could kick some sand and find someone willing to share your bed for the rest of their days, and as for a child?" Safrin chuckles. "I'm quite sure you are well aware of how to make that a reality for yourself." Softly, then, Safrin shakes her head. "Not the goddess of life, no. Vi is the only one who holds a title even close to that. As his herald, life is certainly part of what I am, but not all." Safrin