Not So Simply Divine (Open)

Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted Spending a lot of time and energy? Ha. It had been seconds and an infinitesimally small amount of power. If this was what Elyna thought the Goddess's attention and power felt like, she was so poorly mistaken. What a rude awakening that would be, if she ever had the chance to find out. Looking as though she was going to roll her eyes, Safrin merely drew in an extended breath. ...and know nothing. How sulky. The corners of her mouth twitched downwards. Beneath her dignity? That was either a stab at Safrin's apparent ego or some attempt to make it seem as though Elyna was now willing to serve in some sense. Neither of which interested Safrin. Were she one of her counterparts she might make the hostile woman engage with someone sexually or perhaps reenact some painful memory. Safrin was not nearly so vulgar or insipid. "Do you really view yourself as a tool like this always?" Safrin asked curiously, tilting her head slightly. She could read Elyna's mind of course, but it was the way in which the woman wanted to answer which would be truly telling. "You speak of your strength and speed and now offer yourself to complete some task. Is that all you are? A body that does things?" The ascended probably wouldn't know of the larger question Safrin was indeed asking. Given that this woman had been fouled by the self-perported New Gods, Safrin did in fact think Elyna nothing more than some fleshy robot. And so far, she wasn't being proved wrong.