SAFRIN
It took a special sort of mortal to think they had the stuff necessary to help for a god. It was an arrogance that led them to believe they were on the same level, and a self-importance that made them think they were at all capable. In those like Amalia in manifested itself in a sweet sort of naivety. In those like Jigano, it merely came across as being full of themselves. And gods such as Safrin who were particularly prone to pridefulness and hasty judgments, was not one to easily change her thoughts about someone once they'd been set.
"Nothing like the blight has happened to Ludo." Safrin replied. Whatever contempt she seemed to manifest from time to time for her raggedy counterpart, she'd not speak ill of it. Not to the likes of Jigano. "There is nothing that you can do for it, where it is now, other than wait. But by all means, go bring it a rose if you like. Bring it hundreds and see if that does the trick."
"Nothing like the blight has happened to Ludo." Safrin replied. Whatever contempt she seemed to manifest from time to time for her raggedy counterpart, she'd not speak ill of it. Not to the likes of Jigano. "There is nothing that you can do for it, where it is now, other than wait. But by all means, go bring it a rose if you like. Bring it hundreds and see if that does the trick."
