silent night, starlit night

Safrin "As good of a baker as you are, I wonder if you shouldn't have been a poet instead." Safrin mused, her voice falling down like satin from the tree bough above Amalia. Cloaked in midnight black, the goddess raised a hand and made a swiping motion causing the branches above her to part so she could better see the stars. "Ahhh, much better." She mused to herself. Drawing a shape, the stars above began to shine brightly along the course of her finger. As she drew, an image began to form above; a wide head, a bannered tail, eyes full of joy. A starwhale. With a soft and almost secretive smile, Safrin hummed to herself, before glancing down to woman and whale beneath her. "I watched her fall." The goddess offers. "The fae have never let any die before, but I must say, I am surprised that she ended up with you, only because...well. You all aren't really welcome here." Safrin said with a short laugh, her eyes falling to where the pit lay in the darkness.