Not So Simply Divine (Open)

Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted The lights went out entirely. But that was fine. Elyna didn't require luminescence to see. Like a curtain opening before the young Ascended, the darkness seemed to grow a velvety luster as it was parted. Starlight shimmered from within as if unseen galaxies whirred beyond this unseen veil, from within which Safrin emerged. Her smile was radiant, her beauty unequivocal, the hardness of her stare piercing. She was femininity incarnate. Though such as it was, that meant more than just round edges and fertile flesh. It meant strength and fortitude, an iron will and an elastic mind. With eyes of an unnatural (and nearly indescribable hue), Safrin stared down at Elyna, her mouth quirking as what meager omniscience she had told her that the fact the woman was standing rather than kneeling was intentional, rather than ignorant. The corners of Safrin's lips twitched. "You have been heard. " Safrin responded, though her lips never once moved. Even so, her voice resounded through the room. "But why do you call? We are not your gods, and you are not of this world. " Safrin's patience was thin at the best of times. Still, for now her interest was captured.