Safrin
Light gathers and pulses softly as if all the air and light in the room has just taken one big breath and slowly exhaled it. In a whisper she is there, adorned by starlight and sweetness. Though Deimos will always be taller than she, Safrin seems to simultaneously remain petite before him, as ambiguous as her height is. She is both large and small, touchable as she is enigmatic and distant.
"I can't say you wasted much time..." Safrin muses, clearly pleased. 'Though I would certainly say it's far more than Halo's alignment which has shifted." Her smile grows as she strides near, the satin-sheen of her gown clinging to her curves and glistening softly from the light she seems to emanate.
"I did tell you that you would be rewarded for this Deimos, and indeed you will. There is just one last little thing.."
"I can't say you wasted much time..." Safrin muses, clearly pleased. 'Though I would certainly say it's far more than Halo's alignment which has shifted." Her smile grows as she strides near, the satin-sheen of her gown clinging to her curves and glistening softly from the light she seems to emanate.
"I did tell you that you would be rewarded for this Deimos, and indeed you will. There is just one last little thing.."
