Safrin
It is indeed an odd choice of local, but when fealty is being offered Safrin is not picky. Appearing on the cusp of a warm purr and tearing sound, reality parts as the goddess steps through and all around them the stars shine all the brighter for her presence. Hello sugar. It might be the name of his dragon, but before that it had been Safrin's nickname for the Huntsman, and she doesn't bother to try and correct the thought as it whispers out of her mind and into his.
Turning her galactic stare towards Maeve, the goddess smiles warmly. "You wish to pledge yourself to me?" She repeats with a small laugh. "I thought we were long past that point. Or did I misunderstand your intentions before?" Safrin's tone is soft and vague as she reaches for the bouquet of flowers and nightshade, run ning her fingertips along the blooms.
Turning her galactic stare towards Maeve, the goddess smiles warmly. "You wish to pledge yourself to me?" She repeats with a small laugh. "I thought we were long past that point. Or did I misunderstand your intentions before?" Safrin's tone is soft and vague as she reaches for the bouquet of flowers and nightshade, run ning her fingertips along the blooms.
