it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
No matter the claims Rae or Frey might make, Safrin takes full responsibility for the beauty of Torchline. Without the pull of her moon and the light from her sun this would simply be another swamp bleeding away from the jungle. It's the shine of her stars, be it day or night, that makes Torchline what it is. 'It is.' Safrin agrees, tilting her head back slightly to bask in the perfect midnight silence all around them.
As Ronin nears, his words echo in Safrin's mind. Rather than reaching for him, she lowers her chin nearly to the surface of the water and gazes at him with a deep penetrating thoughtfulness for a moment. "We often make things out to be more than they are, in our minds." She murmurs, her words sending small ripples across the water. "Does that mean you've not kept me in your thoughts, Ronin? Or am I simply.." Pulling one hand from the water, droplets of bioluminescent aqua trickle down her fingers. "..dull in your mindseye?" For once there is no judgment or bite in Safrin's tone. Instead, there is simply an understanding tinged with sadness, and as she raises her galactic gaze from her hand to the Huntsman's eyes, her smile is soft.
As Ronin nears, his words echo in Safrin's mind. Rather than reaching for him, she lowers her chin nearly to the surface of the water and gazes at him with a deep penetrating thoughtfulness for a moment. "We often make things out to be more than they are, in our minds." She murmurs, her words sending small ripples across the water. "Does that mean you've not kept me in your thoughts, Ronin? Or am I simply.." Pulling one hand from the water, droplets of bioluminescent aqua trickle down her fingers. "..dull in your mindseye?" For once there is no judgment or bite in Safrin's tone. Instead, there is simply an understanding tinged with sadness, and as she raises her galactic gaze from her hand to the Huntsman's eyes, her smile is soft.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
