the dying sun illuminates so much

Safrin "Never once have I asked you to be those things. King..hero...those are not names meant for one such as you." She says almost kindly before the skin around her eyes tighten. "You'd do well to curb your thoughts from marinading your mind in such things. Anger clearly makes you incapable of rational thought. I am a goddess of life Ronin, not of death. That has never been my domain nor will it ever. I never promised you or Aoife anything more than a second chance; a life lived past the womb." Releasing him, she pulsed backward, head tilted dangerously to one side as she eyed him. "It takes much to surprise me Ronin but I thought you far more clever than taking out your grief on me. On my place of worship." Vanity makes her ugly, but she doesn't try to hide it. "Cry out at Rae for making such creatures, malign those who failed to stop it from entering the festival, your husband for not protecting her. But me, Ronin?" Her lips twist with unsaid threats. "Should you turn against me again, you will find that there exists fates far worse to endure than the early loss of a child."