we are flesh & blood & we deserve to be loved

(Way to fuck up the all monochromatic theme, Brit) Safrin appears without starlight or splendour. Though she likes nothing more than to have all eyes upon her, today is for Amalia, and her Shield deserves little else, if not this. Happiness was a hard-grown plant within the barrier, given the boundaries and barriers. And when those were lifted? Well, the Grounders within found the world a cruel place; not at all the freedom they perhaps expected. But as with most things, there was a splinter of goodness in all of it. An Outlander who had been tugged across worlds, who'd died and been resurrected for some nefarious purpose, but who'd found love instead with a dark-eyed baker. Standing in a gown of silent and dark purple, Safrin tilts her eyes up towards the heavens where a pod of Starwhales drift in galactic waves. Their bodies cause shimmering flows of energy to ripple around, breaking up the midnight blues into a bright cascade of aqua and white. Looking back towards Amalia, Safrin beams. "Are you ready to begin?" Posting will mostly be around Deimos/Amalia. Safrin