the dying sun illuminates so much

Safrin The sun is a star as we all know, and as Safrin appears on the beach the light of it breaks upon the waves like a comet. The world is momentarily bathed in a world-ending glow that casts away the shadows and contours everything in the sorts of colours one would expect to see at the beginning of the world. And suddenly it all fades back, more vibrant though for her presence. Draped in billow white, the garment either one or multiple scarves, Safrin is ankle-deep in the waves. She is perfectly painted to appear effortlessly natural, though of course there is nothing effortless nor natural about Safrin. She is manipulation incarnate, never one caught without a perfect face. And there before her is her fallen one, and his fallen one. "Hello my darling. Remi." Her gaze flits from Ronin to the alchemist and then back again. A warm sea breeze wraps around her, her elegance somehow made more obvious by the play of the wind. "I think it's about time we had a little chat."