safrin
"Mmm, shells used for drunken conversations and gossip." Safrin replied with a light sneer. But that was the perfect example of the problems facing the Grounds: they had the tools needed to survive and thrive, though when they were misused, it was the tools thought to be defective and not the weak and mortal minds using them.
"The monsters cannot leave the Grounds. Perhaps one day, when the storms drop and the areas around are made available further actions will have to be taken. But for now, this remains a purely Grounder problem." Safrin replied softly.
Tutting at this, Safrin shook her head. Reaching out a finger, she'd try to raise the General's eyes as well as his impressive jawline. "I shall tell you what I have told many before you, and will tell many after. The failings of this world are not yours to bear. The deaths that the Grounds accrue during the week of darkness will never rest on your shoulders, despite whatever you might perceive as your failings. They will always be at the hands of the Voice. "
"The monsters cannot leave the Grounds. Perhaps one day, when the storms drop and the areas around are made available further actions will have to be taken. But for now, this remains a purely Grounder problem." Safrin replied softly.
Tutting at this, Safrin shook her head. Reaching out a finger, she'd try to raise the General's eyes as well as his impressive jawline. "I shall tell you what I have told many before you, and will tell many after. The failings of this world are not yours to bear. The deaths that the Grounds accrue during the week of darkness will never rest on your shoulders, despite whatever you might perceive as your failings. They will always be at the hands of the Voice. "
