every bait and switch was a work of art
The goddess stills as does the entirety of creation, or so it seems. The leaves of every tree halt, as does the breeze previously trickling through them. Even the air will feel stagnant and hard to take a proper sip of. Stone-like tension courses through the goddess before everything resumes again, a small, but cold smile playing on Safrin's lips.
"It was." She agrees. "But if you are asking if I would have preferred you showing up here asking what you could do for me, rather than what I might do for you? Then yes, Ronin. I would have preferred that."
Turning sharply, her arms folded across her chest, Safrin fixes the Star with a stare. "Respect would better suit me." She replies, looking down at the fire-blossom in her fingers before dropping it to the ground. "So. You are here because the gift I have given you is proving inconvenient, mm?"
"It was." She agrees. "But if you are asking if I would have preferred you showing up here asking what you could do for me, rather than what I might do for you? Then yes, Ronin. I would have preferred that."
Turning sharply, her arms folded across her chest, Safrin fixes the Star with a stare. "Respect would better suit me." She replies, looking down at the fire-blossom in her fingers before dropping it to the ground. "So. You are here because the gift I have given you is proving inconvenient, mm?"
you're the one prize i'd cheat to win
