I don't know if you can hear me

'There's no doing it right or wrong with me, beautiful one.' Safrin's voice sweeps through the stone room like a warm wind following spring rains. The goddess appears on the window sill, as if the air has simply parted to reveal a form that was there the entire time. In a gown of soft starlight, she sits with one knee curved and her back against the stone window, while the other trails and sways above the floor. "Being kept away for so long..." Softly she shakes her head with a weary sigh. "I wouldn't have minded it so much were it not for you and others like you. Beautiful souls I never had the chance to meet. Though I am glad you're here now." Slipping from the window Safrin all but glides toward Maeve with a smile on her perfectly painted lips. "This world is indeed changing...war is nearly upon us and I fear that not even the haven you provide in the Halenani will be able to hide from it." Safrin