'And more, it seems.' Safrin chuckled. She pulsed to life as she was wont to do, cloaked in starlight and moondust. Midnight radiated off of her like velvety waves as she looked at the two. Dew-drops of light seem to settle on her eyelashes as she blinks and they fall onto her cheeks. One might think them tears if not for the fact that surely gods do not cry?
'Hello my darlings. My sword and shield." She looks from Deimos to Amalia and then back again, choosing to speak out loud despite their current lack of ability to do the same.
"Your swiftness is impressive Deimos...in light of all that has happened." A hand, suddenly so very, very white, gestures vaguely before falling beneath the midnight hues of her dress.
'Hello my darlings. My sword and shield." She looks from Deimos to Amalia and then back again, choosing to speak out loud despite their current lack of ability to do the same.
"Your swiftness is impressive Deimos...in light of all that has happened." A hand, suddenly so very, very white, gestures vaguely before falling beneath the midnight hues of her dress.
