Not So Simply Divine (Open)

Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted There was understanding why someone was the way that they were— —and then there was caring about it. Safrin was nothing if not fickle, a trait she hardly tried to hide. One of the benefits of being an incredibly powerful being was not having to justify that power or be in a position to defend it. With the wave of her hand she might snuff Elyna out, but it was not her place to make sure the Ascended was in a position to know that. No. It was not Safrin's place to do anything that she didn't want to do. Lips painted a darkened ruby red parted in a small smile, revealing just the slivers of teeth beneath that were anything but the flattened rectangles possessed by the majority of those that roamed this world. Instead they were fang-like icicle-shapes. Pushing her lips back together once more, Safrin lifted her chin ever so slightly, blinking slowly as her expansive mind filtered through possible probabilities of this encounter. Safrin's expression was one of power tempered by patience. Elyna had her attention for now, and while the woman's insolence was mildly irritating, for now it was undeserving of her considerable wrath. " Many questions. " Safrin noted, her voice once again booming through the space despite the lack of movement from her lips. "Perhaps one of mine first." Starlight sparkled around the woman as she strode closer to Elyna, her movements so precise and dictated by her muscles that she appeared to glide. "Why is it you think you deserve answers to your questions? " Safrin posed, her eyes blinking slowly as her head subtly tilted to one side. The tone of her question was without challenge, but genuinely seemed to aim at what justification the Ascended thought she believed that she, an outsider to this world, was in any position to demand or garner information from a god.