Safrin’s galactic gaze turns towards Zariah as she arrives. For a moment the goddess regards her with cool disinterest, a brow raising at the sultry words likely meant to be both polite and an indication of her stature within the frozen tundra.
As if Safrin needed either.
“You say that as if this is my first experience of Halo. As if I was not here when these glacial mountains were first formed. Unrequested?” Her dark gaze flickers like onyx bathed in fire. “How do you know I wasn’t?”
Melita’s presence received a decidedly different reaction of course, with Safrin softening substantially and flashing the vibrantly-hued woman a dazzling smile. “Melita...I do hope it isn’t too chilly for you.” So saying her magic would extend over the girl and Fanghorn as well, less so for Zariah, but of course all those within Safrin’s presence would feel themselves at ease, warm, and rejuvenated.
As if Safrin needed either.
“You say that as if this is my first experience of Halo. As if I was not here when these glacial mountains were first formed. Unrequested?” Her dark gaze flickers like onyx bathed in fire. “How do you know I wasn’t?”
Melita’s presence received a decidedly different reaction of course, with Safrin softening substantially and flashing the vibrantly-hued woman a dazzling smile. “Melita...I do hope it isn’t too chilly for you.” So saying her magic would extend over the girl and Fanghorn as well, less so for Zariah, but of course all those within Safrin’s presence would feel themselves at ease, warm, and rejuvenated.
