She slips in beside him as if she were made to fit the hollows and rises of his body. Wrapping her fingers around his bicep, her cheek at just about shoulder height (hadn't she been taller than this once?), she strolls easily at his side. As they walk the garden opens up to them as if refreshed by Safrin's presence; pathways which have never before been walked are suddenly available and beckoning to be seen.
'That's the funny thing about accepteds, sugar. They're so used to just being able to channel us down whenever they're in the thick of things." The slit of her dress parts with every step, her hips revealed and then hidden just at the point of immodesty. Shrugging against him, her arm brushing against his, the goddess hums a small sigh. "No one alive has ever seen war. The stories they have heard about the ascended and the cataclysm of old have now fallen into legend. They've never met anyone like you, who has seen actual combat." Tilting her chin up toward her, her face silhouetted in moonlight, she smiles as if this is something for which he should be quite proud.
'That's the funny thing about accepteds, sugar. They're so used to just being able to channel us down whenever they're in the thick of things." The slit of her dress parts with every step, her hips revealed and then hidden just at the point of immodesty. Shrugging against him, her arm brushing against his, the goddess hums a small sigh. "No one alive has ever seen war. The stories they have heard about the ascended and the cataclysm of old have now fallen into legend. They've never met anyone like you, who has seen actual combat." Tilting her chin up toward her, her face silhouetted in moonlight, she smiles as if this is something for which he should be quite proud.
