Safrin
"If I still want that?" Appearing in a dim whirl of light and shadow, the goddess sat upon the windowsill. Her head lolled softly to the side, an errant strand of dark hair cascading down her neck as her dark eyes alit upon the flood with a sense of both mischief and allure. "I was beginning to wonder the same of you, what with all the...changes happening in your life."
A new position in Torchline, rumblings of rumours of a certain guild. A wedding. Her tasks of him had been lengthy to be sure, but she was starting to think perhaps his interest in her had waned, what with the prospect of both a husband and a wife close at hand. Both of whom had aligned themselves with other gods, no less.
A new position in Torchline, rumblings of rumours of a certain guild. A wedding. Her tasks of him had been lengthy to be sure, but she was starting to think perhaps his interest in her had waned, what with the prospect of both a husband and a wife close at hand. Both of whom had aligned themselves with other gods, no less.
