"I doubt the library will hold the answers, but it is worth trying I suppose." The goddess can of course feel the hesitation as thoughts of the Voice swirl in the back of Amalia's mind. Silently Safrin feels the very same, not that the Voice would ever deign to speak with her about such matters even were she to ask.
'Well, even that sort of longevity is not necessarily mine to give." Safrin says softly. Such things belong to Mort and by extension Ludo. Even Rae and Frey might be able to work some magic here, but not Safrin.
"If some are brought to me. I cannot touch them myself." Safrin explains,hopelessly confusing Amalia's timeline, but you asked for this. "But," Placing a hand on Amalia's shoulder, she motions for the baker to turn and face her. Close enough that ever star-crated pour on Safrin's perfect skin was visible in the starlight, the deity smiles softly. "You are stronger yes, but there is so much more than you know. Here." Safrin sits up straight, crossing her legs and placing her hands on her knees, palms up. She relaxes into the pose while maintaining near perfect posture.
Cracking open an eye and indicating that Amalia should mirror her, Safrin inhales deeply. As she does, the world dissolves into a crimson-periwinkle haze, infused with lavender and woodsmoke.
'Well, even that sort of longevity is not necessarily mine to give." Safrin says softly. Such things belong to Mort and by extension Ludo. Even Rae and Frey might be able to work some magic here, but not Safrin.
"If some are brought to me. I cannot touch them myself." Safrin explains,
Cracking open an eye and indicating that Amalia should mirror her, Safrin inhales deeply. As she does, the world dissolves into a crimson-periwinkle haze, infused with lavender and woodsmoke.
SAFRIN
