Safrin merely watches this display of unfettered joy, pleased beyond measure to see Amalia fitting so easily into the skin she was always made to wear.
With a silvery smile, the goddess reaches her hands forward to softly stroke the perriwinkle peach-fuzz on Amalia's jawline. "Never kneel to me, Amalia." She says, softly encouraging the qilin to rise. With a cosmic adoration bright in her dark gaze, the goddess looks proudly on at her ambassador, the first of her name in this place. "Always." She breathes, and as she does so, the waking meditation slowly dissolves around them, leaving Amalia seated as she was with Safrin's fingers softly curled around her angular cheekbones.
With a silvery smile, the goddess reaches her hands forward to softly stroke the perriwinkle peach-fuzz on Amalia's jawline. "Never kneel to me, Amalia." She says, softly encouraging the qilin to rise. With a cosmic adoration bright in her dark gaze, the goddess looks proudly on at her ambassador, the first of her name in this place. "Always." She breathes, and as she does so, the waking meditation slowly dissolves around them, leaving Amalia seated as she was with Safrin's fingers softly curled around her angular cheekbones.
SAFRIN
