SAFRIN
"I wouldn't believe a single word that Frey has to say about me." Safrin said, her tone dismissive. Leading with the mention of her least liked counterpart might have ended the encounter there, had Loren not cleaned her shrine. That she certainly appreciated.
Appearing in a small puff of starlight, the goddess sat atop the shrine wall, peering down at the kneeling figure. Possessing not the sexual pull of Frey but instead one that could either stir feelings of existential dread or cosmic wonder, Safrin's enigmatic gaze flickered over Loren for a moment before she raised a brow.
Appearing in a small puff of starlight, the goddess sat atop the shrine wall, peering down at the kneeling figure. Possessing not the sexual pull of Frey but instead one that could either stir feelings of existential dread or cosmic wonder, Safrin's enigmatic gaze flickered over Loren for a moment before she raised a brow.
