Safrin
"Easily won?" Safrin repeats, vindictive and callous in her anger. "All those years with him then, the efforts and boons, were all easy?" Though her jaw clenches, it isn't the muscles of her face that feather, but the thickness of the darkness that swallows the world.
As Ronin approaches, Safrin tilts her chin upward to meet his eyes; today her stature is smaller than it might otherwise have been, but she is no less mighty for it. "If he is so easily won as you say, then a thousand of him isn't worth one of you." Her challenge met, Safrin extends a hand to Ronin's cheek, her thumb brushing softly against the stubble there.
'A huge mistake.' Safrin repeats with a bitter laugh. "I wonder what promises were made. What lies Frey told him. Though if it was Frey making the offer....it's no mystery which head Sunjata was using when making his choice." Her lip curls into a sneer as her free hand smoothes the shirt Ronin had hastily tugged on.
As Ronin approaches, Safrin tilts her chin upward to meet his eyes; today her stature is smaller than it might otherwise have been, but she is no less mighty for it. "If he is so easily won as you say, then a thousand of him isn't worth one of you." Her challenge met, Safrin extends a hand to Ronin's cheek, her thumb brushing softly against the stubble there.
'A huge mistake.' Safrin repeats with a bitter laugh. "I wonder what promises were made. What lies Frey told him. Though if it was Frey making the offer....it's no mystery which head Sunjata was using when making his choice." Her lip curls into a sneer as her free hand smoothes the shirt Ronin had hastily tugged on.
