Safrin
"How could I resist?" Safrin wonders as she lowers herself to Amalia's side, her dress unfurling around her like a sigh. Her eyes fall upon the Sear cats and she too stretches out a hand for them. Impetuous and stunning creatures that they were, it's no surprise that they are one of Safrin's favourites when it comes to creatures of Rae.
Unsurprised that this picnic comes with ulterior motives, Safrin simply raises a brow as she licks the icing off of a lemon cake. "It's possible, I'm sure." The goddess acknowledges. "But why have you not asked Vi?" For all their time together and the goddess's affections for the girl, she was properly under the domain of the God of Life, now. 'Your magic comes to you from him. Now, the best I can offer you is some sort of item.."
Unsurprised that this picnic comes with ulterior motives, Safrin simply raises a brow as she licks the icing off of a lemon cake. "It's possible, I'm sure." The goddess acknowledges. "But why have you not asked Vi?" For all their time together and the goddess's affections for the girl, she was properly under the domain of the God of Life, now. 'Your magic comes to you from him. Now, the best I can offer you is some sort of item.."
