Safrin
Gently the goddess listens. Whether she's already plucked this information from his mind already or whether or not she's hearing it for the first time is impossible to know. Her dark gaze is a sea of sadness, lamenting the boy who felt he had no other options but to steal, but her lips smile softly for the man before her with the strength to ask forgiveness. "Had I been here at the time and not the Grounds, I would have saved you from that. Perhaps it is I who should be apologizing to you." And gods how she says this as if it might be true. As if a goddess might cry the pardon of a mortal like Finn.
Her cheeks even seem to flush with contrition.
"I would give you all the gold in the world to make up for it now, should that be what you seek. I could remove all the lines of pain from your body, and yet...somehow I think you would decline." Nearly, she reaches for him. But he is not tempered yet. Not sufficiently relaxed.
"Allow me to make it up to you. Though that taste might yet remain in your mouth, perhaps there is some symbol of my forgiveness I could offer you?" But what would be useful to a Spyglass who no longer sees? "An instrument that always remains in tune, and can harmonize with your playing? Or perhaps guitar strings that can coax the world around you into life?"
Her cheeks even seem to flush with contrition.
"I would give you all the gold in the world to make up for it now, should that be what you seek. I could remove all the lines of pain from your body, and yet...somehow I think you would decline." Nearly, she reaches for him. But he is not tempered yet. Not sufficiently relaxed.
"Allow me to make it up to you. Though that taste might yet remain in your mouth, perhaps there is some symbol of my forgiveness I could offer you?" But what would be useful to a Spyglass who no longer sees? "An instrument that always remains in tune, and can harmonize with your playing? Or perhaps guitar strings that can coax the world around you into life?"
