Safrin
The air hums with cosmic power as Safrin slips through the veil of reality. With a sound that's a mixture of paper tearing and the feeling of satin or velvet beneath one's fingers, she appears by the window, backlit and beautiful. "Maeve." The goddess greets with a warm and sultry smile. Smoothing down the pale fabric of her dress, she melts away from the puddle of moonlight she'd been standing in that she might move closer. Reaching down for the jar of hemlock perfume, Safrin twists the lid open and smells deeply of what is inside. "Delicious." She purrs, clearly pleased, before her deep starbright stare flicks sharply upwards towards her queen.
"Earth and water from the Greatwood..." She notes with a twitch of her lips. "Much as I dislike how Ludo has had the run of the place, the skies there are among my favourite."
"Earth and water from the Greatwood..." She notes with a twitch of her lips. "Much as I dislike how Ludo has had the run of the place, the skies there are among my favourite."
