Safrin
That Finn stumbles over the chords fills the goddess with a perverse sense of delight; she does so love to be the reason that men find themselves breathless and trip over their own feet. Or fingers, in this case. But unlike with others, Safrin keeps these thoughts to herself. For Finn she appears youthful, though not too young. Virginal, but perhaps not naive. It is a different portrayal to the very sensual virgin-character she revealed herself as to Ronin once many months before but shares a family resemblance. For Finn she is not someone in need of saving, nor a saviour. She's caught somewhere in between; dangerously even, he might think of her nearly as an equal.
'And you.' She replies in a voice like lilac woodsmoke, her dark eyes rising almost shyly to his face as she hugs the violin to her chest. "Its been so long since I've had the opportunity to play like that. I should be thanking you." Safrin adds with a star-smudged smile.
'And you.' She replies in a voice like lilac woodsmoke, her dark eyes rising almost shyly to his face as she hugs the violin to her chest. "Its been so long since I've had the opportunity to play like that. I should be thanking you." Safrin adds with a star-smudged smile.
