Safrin's Chosen

Oh, Safrin might have argued. There were flaws in the girl's words but how could she possibly care, not with such sweet imagery and flattery showered upon her in abundance? Hubris had been the goddess's downfall in the past and likely would be once more, but so what? And it was true; Safrin could well see into the fluctuating core of the demi-god, could see the genuine seeds that had grown into the wildflower bouquet of words that she'd offered up. It wasn't surprising that one of Mort's would have such a golden soul, though there had been exceptions in the past. Delphi wasn't apparently not one of them. Whether or not the souls of the ascended suffered with the Voice was beyond Safrin's ken as well as her jurisdiction. She breathed life into the world at the behest of Vi, what came next was not for her to worry over. "Probably she does." The goddess agreed with a nod. "Probably not." There likely were many such safe houses all throughout Caido, though the goddess had not a clue where any of them might be. "I am not sure. Not that I have heard of, though before a year ago the Spire had never been breached." Pausing, the goddess frowned for a moment. "Do you think your abilities can ever sense their souls? Changed and tainted as they are?" Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted