"I never said it wasn't." The goddess hissed back. Just as she was about to part from him—to leave him with shards of ice bound into his clothes that he might have to wait for them to melt before he was freed—he said something that stopped her entirely.
Very few people talk about you.
Somewhere far, far away, a star explodes and vomits its light into the void.
"That I do." She agrees in a voice which is deadly low. That Oliver would give up his magic is a cute gesture, but meaningless. Had she the ability to remove the tarnish from the souls of those around her, she would. But she could bring him closer to her, she supposed.
Given how prone he was to rambling, she knew he'd likely be quite good at it.
"Mark this Oliver; hear me very well." Leaning towards the boy, smelling of frozen lilac, Safrin's eyes narrowed. "I am not always kind. Not always good. What I am, is someone not to be trifled with. Someone who bestows blessings onto those who serve me well, and who will curse the others. Do not mistake me for some all good woman, here to hold your hand and hear your woes.
Do you understand?"
Very few people talk about you.
Somewhere far, far away, a star explodes and vomits its light into the void.
"That I do." She agrees in a voice which is deadly low. That Oliver would give up his magic is a cute gesture, but meaningless. Had she the ability to remove the tarnish from the souls of those around her, she would. But she could bring him closer to her, she supposed.
Given how prone he was to rambling, she knew he'd likely be quite good at it.
"Mark this Oliver; hear me very well." Leaning towards the boy, smelling of frozen lilac, Safrin's eyes narrowed. "I am not always kind. Not always good. What I am, is someone not to be trifled with. Someone who bestows blessings onto those who serve me well, and who will curse the others. Do not mistake me for some all good woman, here to hold your hand and hear your woes.
Do you understand?"
SAFRIN
