safrin
"You try." Safrin replies soothingly, though her words are likely not a comfort just now. Abruptly Amalia peels back, the goddess allows her. In this dreamscape of the Shield's mind there is no harm to the deity should she go to the girl, but equally, with as fractured as her soul is, Safrin does not want to risk further breaking what little semblance of self she has left.'
"Even if I did, you belong to Vi now." Safirn replies. Amalia's fate is no longer tied to the goddess. No longer can she be thought of as a follower, having been elevated to so much more. "But no, it still isn't a fairytale. The answers will not be brought to you on the wings of bluebirds. You'll have to fight for them." The goddess adds. If she's stung by the memory of the blight she doesn't show it, instead sitting up straighter and holding a hand out to the strange feline-hybrid before her.
"Even if I did, you belong to Vi now." Safirn replies. Amalia's fate is no longer tied to the goddess. No longer can she be thought of as a follower, having been elevated to so much more. "But no, it still isn't a fairytale. The answers will not be brought to you on the wings of bluebirds. You'll have to fight for them." The goddess adds. If she's stung by the memory of the blight she doesn't show it, instead sitting up straighter and holding a hand out to the strange feline-hybrid before her.
