Safrin
"Hundreds of them. Thousands. An entire lifetime of them I could give to you." Like a warm breeze, she appears by the windowsill. Dressed in all white, her smile is soft and perhaps a touch sombre as she strides towards the shrine and the gifts he has brought for her. "You don't need to do this, you know. You are enough." Even so, she sinks down onto the stairs that her fingers might rove over the pearls and flower petals alike.
"Sit." She offers softly, nodding her head at the space next to her. Folding her hands into her lap, appearing dainty and subdued, Safrin turns her dark stare toward the Flood that he might begin unburdening himself.
"Sit." She offers softly, nodding her head at the space next to her. Folding her hands into her lap, appearing dainty and subdued, Safrin turns her dark stare toward the Flood that he might begin unburdening himself.
