Make Up Prayers

Safrin Did he think she waited on him? Already she had attended to his calls far often than with anyone else. Indeed, peering from the shadows in ethereal and galactic darkness and silence, she watched the artist pick up what was surely meant to be some crude offering, and leave. Safrin's perfectly painted lips twitched. Oh she knew all about his little visit to the Voice, though it was not because of that that she had not arrived. No. As it was, it was not only the mortals who had to prepare for LongNight, but she was glad that her tasks had taken her longer. She's seen the artist's true colours, and his palette was cheap and gaudy. Disappearing once again into the stillness, Bastien would find that he...perhaps had misplaced a few things.