sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
'And you thought a cloak the best way to do that?" The salaciousness of Safrin's tone borders on one most likely heard in Frey's presence, however the goddess's sparkling laughter removes any doubt of who it is. "Oh I did indeed." She agrees, appearing in a sweep of starlight from the window. Her fingers dance along Ronin's shoulder and up into his hair as she lithely moves past him to sit upon the stone stairs and next to the cloak.
Tugging it into her lap, she presses it against her face and inhales deeply. "Now...the point of this little exercise was so that you'd get a better handle on your passions, and I just happened to notice, that with some of the petals...you seemed...not as schooled in stopping yourself."
Tugging it into her lap, she presses it against her face and inhales deeply. "Now...the point of this little exercise was so that you'd get a better handle on your passions, and I just happened to notice, that with some of the petals...you seemed...not as schooled in stopping yourself."
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
