Safrin
"Thank you." Safrin's voice is uncharacteristically lacklustre, and she arrives with non of her pomp or circumstance. Sitting upon one of the branches like some overly large fae, the goddess reaches out to slightly adjust one of the candles into place. As she does so, the constellation above does indeed pulse and seemingly come to life, making the candlelight shine all the brighter. 'Well done, Ronin."
Her weariness makes her look mortal in a way that her attempts at seduction don't even come close to. But I suppose the same might be said for almost anyone, not that Safrin was just anyone, of course. "Remind me....would you prefer your protective garment to only appear when you find yourself aflame in pheonix fire?"
Her weariness makes her look mortal in a way that her attempts at seduction don't even come close to. But I suppose the same might be said for almost anyone, not that Safrin was just anyone, of course. "Remind me....would you prefer your protective garment to only appear when you find yourself aflame in pheonix fire?"
