it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Perhaps it's a test to see if he remembers the pledge he'd made, or perhaps it's just her unfettered need to hear him say the words; either way, Safrin closes her eyes and nods as a small smile plays across her lips. Able to feel the warmth of his nearness through the water, the goddess sighs softly, seeming to come to a decision as her eyelashes flutter back open to regard the Huntsman.
'You have always known just what to say." Safrin muses somewhat reflectively. It's this trait and possibly this trait alone that has kept Ronin in the goddess' good graces despite her fickle and vain nature, and it's this trait that keeps him from the lashing she'd been preparing.
"Flora came to see me." Taking a step back from Ronin into the deeper water where she would have to begin to tread water, the light from the water causes starlight to dance across the bridge of Safrin's nose. "Did you know she put herself forward for leadership of Torchline? She made some very interesting campaign claims in the process."
'You have always known just what to say." Safrin muses somewhat reflectively. It's this trait and possibly this trait alone that has kept Ronin in the goddess' good graces despite her fickle and vain nature, and it's this trait that keeps him from the lashing she'd been preparing.
"Flora came to see me." Taking a step back from Ronin into the deeper water where she would have to begin to tread water, the light from the water causes starlight to dance across the bridge of Safrin's nose. "Did you know she put herself forward for leadership of Torchline? She made some very interesting campaign claims in the process."
'till you do. 'till it's true.
