Safrin
The sadness in Safrin's eyes deepens. For a moment she looks wholly mortal, despite her beauty. Like makeup applied to blemished skin with a skilled hand, there is something cracked and wrong beneath the pain. The goddess's lips twitch; both a smile and a frown at once as her eyes trail upwards for just a moment, searching for words that hover above.
"Your future is with Vi, my loveliest one."
For a moment Safrin does not move. There is a bright jealousy burning in her, for Amalia is her Sheild. Given to her by Vi. That he would take her is something that the goddess has long-known and not let herself think of. Of course she is pleased too that Amalia would be raised so very high, for of course Safrin will take pride in seeing one of hers be so elevated.
But still...there is a dark part of Safrin that would sabotage the Shields' efforts if only to keep her within reach.
"You will absolutely know." She says after a long moment, lowering her chin to gaze at Amalia once more. "Vi is not subtle."
"Your future is with Vi, my loveliest one."
For a moment Safrin does not move. There is a bright jealousy burning in her, for Amalia is her Sheild. Given to her by Vi. That he would take her is something that the goddess has long-known and not let herself think of. Of course she is pleased too that Amalia would be raised so very high, for of course Safrin will take pride in seeing one of hers be so elevated.
But still...there is a dark part of Safrin that would sabotage the Shields' efforts if only to keep her within reach.
"You will absolutely know." She says after a long moment, lowering her chin to gaze at Amalia once more. "Vi is not subtle."
