Safrin
Wake up.... Her voice would slip into their dreams, rousing them gently from sleep like warm hands upon their shoulders. Dark hair would be pushed from their faces by a warm breeze that will remove all traces of sleep and leave them feeling refreshed and with the urge to step out to see the sea. A trail of fireflies will direct them to the shore.
To Safrin.
With her hands clasped behind her back, Safrin stands in a gown that seemed to be made of starlight. Her eyes are on the sea, where bioluminescent creatures swirl and pulse. The waves which crash against the beach wet her bare feet, though the sand does not try to capture and sink her the way it normally would. Instead, it waits patiently just as she does.
To Safrin.
With her hands clasped behind her back, Safrin stands in a gown that seemed to be made of starlight. Her eyes are on the sea, where bioluminescent creatures swirl and pulse. The waves which crash against the beach wet her bare feet, though the sand does not try to capture and sink her the way it normally would. Instead, it waits patiently just as she does.
