Che Sei Nei Cieli [Open]

"Mmm." Safrin hummed under her breath as he spoke, his words like magic to her ears. Whatever she wished? That would come in handy. Holding the pendant Bastien would feel an immense desire to wear it immediately. In fact, though it looked incredibly sturdy he'd find it shockingly light weight. However when worn it would not bounce around as one would expect of something without substance, but would instead stay close to his skin; a reminder of Safrin's touch. "I'd not put words your mouth dear one." Safrin said, sliding away from him to return to her pedestal, her movements link black oil in water. Tilting her head slightly, her eyes rained down the artist for a moment as a curious smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Perhaps you might just tell them my name ... There are more like you, who know nothing of me." At once her expression was heart achingly sad, and with an imploring sigh she shrugged her shoulders. Magic wove its way into Bastien's mind, scattering away any thoughts of asking why she simply couldn't appear en masse. That was a slippery subject, and this was such a pleasant encounter that she'd not have the horrible bubble ruining it as well. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted