Safrin
The dawn's light solidifies into a golden down, wrapped snugly around the figure of the goddess. She looks no more tired than she normally does after LongNight, sent away and banned by the ever-present darkness that covers the land, though perhaps there is slightly more restraint in her galactic gaze now.
Vi's scoldings do not come without a price, after all.
'Smells delicious.' Safrin says, her lips perfectly painted and contoured into a smile as she gazes down at the picnic. 'I hope you didn't go through all of this trouble just for me?' Though Safrin certainly looks and sounds sincere, there's absolutely no doubt that she's well delighted and satisfied by Amalia's offerings.
Vi's scoldings do not come without a price, after all.
'Smells delicious.' Safrin says, her lips perfectly painted and contoured into a smile as she gazes down at the picnic. 'I hope you didn't go through all of this trouble just for me?' Though Safrin certainly looks and sounds sincere, there's absolutely no doubt that she's well delighted and satisfied by Amalia's offerings.
