Safrin
The shrine grows cold. Not unpleasantly so, but Safrin would not see her Shield pant and overheat all because she preferred to take one form over another. Not when she could so easily do something about it anyways.
Appearing on the windowsill, knees drawn up to her chest so that her golden dress spilled down like sunlight all around her, she turned her dark eyes towards the feline and smiled. "It was...dark and quiet. LongNight is a very strange time for us." She explained a touch wistfully, before shrugging her shoulders.
"I did notice that. I hope neither the books nor the fae troubled you too much. Though with Delah's death..." Again she shrugged. With Delah gone, changes were likely to follow thereafter. Whether that would mean more or less freedoms for the Grounders was yet to be seen. "And your queen is dead too, I have learned."
Appearing on the windowsill, knees drawn up to her chest so that her golden dress spilled down like sunlight all around her, she turned her dark eyes towards the feline and smiled. "It was...dark and quiet. LongNight is a very strange time for us." She explained a touch wistfully, before shrugging her shoulders.
"I did notice that. I hope neither the books nor the fae troubled you too much. Though with Delah's death..." Again she shrugged. With Delah gone, changes were likely to follow thereafter. Whether that would mean more or less freedoms for the Grounders was yet to be seen. "And your queen is dead too, I have learned."
