'A final gift...' She says, before the Sword might turn to depart. He is not of her, in the way Amalia is. Though Safrin might have revealed the strength within him, still she senses that Deimos keeps his council and that of his friends with more devotation than he has shown to her. For this he ought to be punished, cast aside. She is oh so fickle after all.
And yet..
Safrin looks up towards the heavens and waves her fingers. As she does so, the stars twinkle more brightly, dancing with light that makes them almost seem like they are laughter with the voice of a thousand small bells.
"Pick one...any one at all..."
And yet..
Safrin looks up towards the heavens and waves her fingers. As she does so, the stars twinkle more brightly, dancing with light that makes them almost seem like they are laughter with the voice of a thousand small bells.
"Pick one...any one at all..."
