safrin
Smiling gently as she's given permission, Safrin's fingertips roam forward onto Aurelia's temples. Her touch is like morning wind over dew, and as her magic binds into the girl's mind, it will feel as though starlight and midnight-silence has descended into all of her thoughts. All is calm. All is bright.
'How lovely. I can see why you would remember her.' Beauty, grace, and athleticism are among Safrin's favourite things, so this is a well-met memory indeed. "Were you to wear one—a bangle around your wrist or a ring—which would you choose?"
'How lovely. I can see why you would remember her.' Beauty, grace, and athleticism are among Safrin's favourite things, so this is a well-met memory indeed. "Were you to wear one—a bangle around your wrist or a ring—which would you choose?"
