the stars that guide me towards salvation

Safrin Perched on the windowsill where her silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight outside, the goddess smiles warmly at the pregnant queen. She has no need for human cosmetics, but then, she has no need for any of the things they bring to her either. Oh, but she has want of them just the same. "It's good to have capable friends." The goddess agrees with an approving smile. That Maeve had decided on a phoenix feather has Safrin's head tilting slightly to the side as she slips off of the window. "Why did you decide on one of Ronin's feathers...?" She asks as she nears, her dark gaze penetrating but warm.