Safrin
"It's alright my sweet one. You can let it out." Safrin's fingers comb through her daughter's dark hair. "This is a lesson best learned early." She croons as her fingertips leave starlit constellations along her daughter's skin that fade after a few moments. "You will not be able to save everyone, nor should you. Death is a part of life. Grieve for those who have been lost, but never blame yourself."
Her fingers trace patterns down her daughter's back as she holds her. Though Safrin is usually want to appear lithe and petite, there is nothing boney or lacking in real estate for Seren to cling to. Such is one of the goddess's many glamours, that she is always the perfect size and shape.
Her fingers trace patterns down her daughter's back as she holds her. Though Safrin is usually want to appear lithe and petite, there is nothing boney or lacking in real estate for Seren to cling to. Such is one of the goddess's many glamours, that she is always the perfect size and shape.
