SAFRIN
To this Safrin only shrugged. Whether the War Chief was being her old prickly self, or whether Alina was inflating her sense of worth was not for her to decide.
Grinning, Safrin turned towards the fae, reaching out to softly pull at a strand of her scraggly brown hair. "Such a thing...it could be used against you. Turned into a weapon even. You would have to be quite careful in its use..." All this was said with a dark smile though, the goddess apparently having no qualms about offering the girl such power.
"I will need clippings from the wings of a fae. And ... bits of the other races as well, so that it can tell them apart. Hair, bones.." Safrin shrugged. "And a branch from a Wicker Woman."
Grinning, Safrin turned towards the fae, reaching out to softly pull at a strand of her scraggly brown hair. "Such a thing...it could be used against you. Turned into a weapon even. You would have to be quite careful in its use..." All this was said with a dark smile though, the goddess apparently having no qualms about offering the girl such power.
"I will need clippings from the wings of a fae. And ... bits of the other races as well, so that it can tell them apart. Hair, bones.." Safrin shrugged. "And a branch from a Wicker Woman."
