safrin
Fruit. An interesting choice.
The stars above pulse brightly for a moment as darkness swirls around the shrine. It is not one which is well taken care of, but then, why would it be? Very rarely is Safrin called to this place, especially since the people who once lived in these fertile lands have since moved on. Appearing in a warm starburst of light and magenta breezes, the goddess regards Aurelia and her offerings. "My, my. You waste little time." She notes with an approving smile. "Even when you do find yourself so far from home." Indeed the Ark seems to escape just on the cusp of monsoon season each year. How lucky for her then that the storms have been lifted so that she needn't listlessly sail about.
'Tell me Aurelia, are you particularly fond of jewlery? Or is that a...liability, in your line of work?"
The stars above pulse brightly for a moment as darkness swirls around the shrine. It is not one which is well taken care of, but then, why would it be? Very rarely is Safrin called to this place, especially since the people who once lived in these fertile lands have since moved on. Appearing in a warm starburst of light and magenta breezes, the goddess regards Aurelia and her offerings. "My, my. You waste little time." She notes with an approving smile. "Even when you do find yourself so far from home." Indeed the Ark seems to escape just on the cusp of monsoon season each year. How lucky for her then that the storms have been lifted so that she needn't listlessly sail about.
'Tell me Aurelia, are you particularly fond of jewlery? Or is that a...liability, in your line of work?"
