Safrin
'And you have gotten careless in yours." She snaps back. Beautifully wounded thing that she is, her charms mean little to her fellow herald. Perhaps that's why she both loathes him so and finds herself constantly seeking its approvals.
He doesn't move and nor does she, but suddenly the cosmic stage has shifted and they hover both near and far, from a very particular star. Drawing herself up to her full height—not that it matters out here—Safrin sweeps a cluster of stars soothingly around her, like a blanket. "Well. You are. In a way." Just not in the way it matters. Still, that didn't make it a lie.
He doesn't move and nor does she, but suddenly the cosmic stage has shifted and they hover both near and far, from a very particular star. Drawing herself up to her full height—not that it matters out here—Safrin sweeps a cluster of stars soothingly around her, like a blanket. "Well. You are. In a way." Just not in the way it matters. Still, that didn't make it a lie.
