Safrin
With a smile on her lips and the lights of the cosmos in her eyes, Safin appears out of the stillness. "Hello Maeve." She greets in a warm, honeyed voice, full of approval and affirmation. "Tell me," Safrin begins as she folds her hands into her lap and offers the queen her full attention. "Where have you decided to place the star gate? What shall be its trigger?" All these things (as well as a few others) were meant to have been decided by Torchline at large. Though Safrin could have plucked the information directly from the queen's mind, she rather wanted to hear the words from Maeve's lips.
Who knows, perhaps Maeve would opt to go against the wishes of the people and make it so only she could call down her chosen constellation. Stranger things had happened.
Who knows, perhaps Maeve would opt to go against the wishes of the people and make it so only she could call down her chosen constellation. Stranger things had happened.
