safrin
It is the goddess who appears.
The quartz left on the shrine is gone in a flash of starfire, held suddenly in Safrin's hand. Clothed in a white gown, the goddess looks down at the opulent mineral with a small smirk on her lips. Petulantly as she steps forward, she kicks over the jar of honey meant for Frey.
"Hello lovely one." The goddess purrs, her perfectly painted lips turned up in a sweet smile. Reaching forward to take a strand of Aisha's long golden hair, she grins warmly. "How beautiful you are." Safrin notes, almost distractedly before her eyes flash upwards. "Questions, have you? And a prayer?" She tilts her head thoughtfully.
The quartz left on the shrine is gone in a flash of starfire, held suddenly in Safrin's hand. Clothed in a white gown, the goddess looks down at the opulent mineral with a small smirk on her lips. Petulantly as she steps forward, she kicks over the jar of honey meant for Frey.
"Hello lovely one." The goddess purrs, her perfectly painted lips turned up in a sweet smile. Reaching forward to take a strand of Aisha's long golden hair, she grins warmly. "How beautiful you are." Safrin notes, almost distractedly before her eyes flash upwards. "Questions, have you? And a prayer?" She tilts her head thoughtfully.
