safrin
Indeed it would serve Oliver well to have his name mentioned in this regard. With an appreciative nod, the deity beams at Aisha. She's no stranger to flattery, and even if it isn't entirely sincere—the girl having only just met the goddess after all—still she is made more vibrant for it, like a blossom beneath a summer's rain.
"I assume so." She says with a nod. "The spirits that like to linger around our shrines are not particularly powerful. They are more meddlesome than anything."
"I assume so." She says with a nod. "The spirits that like to linger around our shrines are not particularly powerful. They are more meddlesome than anything."
