Safrin
A warm wind would tangle through Ronin's hair as the thick stone door that marked the entrance into the chamber would close, leaving the Alchemist on the other side. If Safrin was disappointed that Ronin hadn't come alone (she was), she didn't show it. Though...that she closed the door between he and Remi might be seen as her showing it, but she'd let Ronin draw his own conclusions.
Perched upon the windowsill in dress made of starlight, the goddess softly shook her head. "What have I told you about kneeling to me, Ronin?" She asked, chuckling lightly under her breath. But of course Safrin loved pageantry as Ronin well knew. He had brought her offerings, after all, despite all that had happened between them.
Perched upon the windowsill in dress made of starlight, the goddess softly shook her head. "What have I told you about kneeling to me, Ronin?" She asked, chuckling lightly under her breath. But of course Safrin loved pageantry as Ronin well knew. He had brought her offerings, after all, despite all that had happened between them.
