silent night, starlit night

Safrin "Frey." Safrin muses unhappily, her lips curling up slightly as she regards a floating bit of cosmos that has drifted into her field of view. "So Frey blamed you specifically for the fall of the barrier? As if the actions of any one person might have changed such a momentous ?event?" Gently the goddess shook her head. "No Amalia. It is not for you to carry that guilt. If you could have changed things, it would have been done without thought on your part; a small act or conversation months in the past that diverted this future. But in the days leading up to it, only something extravagant would have had any effect, and that was not an obligation that you bore." Gently Safrin drifted downwards, her footsteps like soft whispers in the grass as she comes to sit at Amalia's side. Running her fingers gently down her spine in an effort to cause goosebumps to dance outwards like stars, she simply shakes her head. "I am glad that you did not die. There was too much death already."