Safrin's Chosen

Above the stars twinkled brilliantly. Dark shapes shifted and ebbed through as galactic whales passed so far overhead as to be near invisible other than the brief moments of darkness their bodies created before Safrin’s celestial light. Brighter and brighter the light grew until it coalesced into the form of a woman, fading such that only the smallest flecks of her eyes retained the star-blinding brightness. “I am surprised to find one such as you seeking out light as a form of comfort.” The goddess mused with a small smile. Leaning against the observatory railing and letting her head lean back elegantly, Safrin breathed in deeply as a warm breeze billowed pleasantly around the pair. “If this was anything serious I take it you would have sought out Ludo or your father..” For of course the goddess knew at once who it was she stood before. “But I won’t guess at what guidance you might need from me. Not when you’ve two lips to tell me yourself.” So saying, Safrin cracked open an eye to give Delphi a playful brow raise, before closing her lashes again as another breeze pulled at her long hair. Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted