Safrin
The evening air darkens beneath the sweetly-scented downpour of rain. Barefoot as well, Safrin appears with a smile firmly on her lips. "My beautiful, beautiful star." She gushes, stepping from a froth of starlit breezes that dissipate and yet cling around her body, forming into warm pink lace. Of course she is more than aware of the dragonling hidden beneath the folds of Seren's fabric, but just like parent's who remain wide-eyed with surprise on Christmas mornings, so too does the goddess play the role of the ignorant observer.
For any upon the various pathways that lead throughout the Celestine, they will find their efforts thoroughly obfuscated should they attempt to make their way to the shrine. This is a moment between mother and daughter; everyone else can wait.
For any upon the various pathways that lead throughout the Celestine, they will find their efforts thoroughly obfuscated should they attempt to make their way to the shrine. This is a moment between mother and daughter; everyone else can wait.
