Safrin
'How very lovely.'
Safrin's voice was like a rush of spring air, despite the chill of DeepFrost that lingered in the corners of the sanctuary. Light sparkled around her form, sat upon the stone with her knees drawn up to her chest, stargold gown falling away from her like waves. 'Very lovely, indeed.' Though her fingers brushed against the necklace and the shell, the way her eyes rose to Arialla's face suggested that the goddess might be speaking of her as well.
'Indeed, many have young one. It is the Voice who has done so to you, and to my knowledge, none have been allowed to leave." The goddess sighed softly, not wanting to lie, but not intending to mince her words either.
Safrin's voice was like a rush of spring air, despite the chill of DeepFrost that lingered in the corners of the sanctuary. Light sparkled around her form, sat upon the stone with her knees drawn up to her chest, stargold gown falling away from her like waves. 'Very lovely, indeed.' Though her fingers brushed against the necklace and the shell, the way her eyes rose to Arialla's face suggested that the goddess might be speaking of her as well.
'Indeed, many have young one. It is the Voice who has done so to you, and to my knowledge, none have been allowed to leave." The goddess sighed softly, not wanting to lie, but not intending to mince her words either.
