Big Enough to Fill You Up

SAFRIN "Vi knows all of his creations." Safrin's galactic voice rang through the stillness of the temple. She appeared seated on a white marble pillar that moments ago surely had not been there. Dressed in a gown of pure light, the goddess tilted her head looking softly at the farm boy who, before now, had never showed much interest in the gods. Saying just that, Safrin gentle hummed: "You have never been particularly pious yourself darling one. But if anyone helped your crops grow, it likely was Frey." She explained, her hands folding delicately in her lap as she gazed upon the young man. Her eyes whispered of the birth of stars as her perfectly painted lips turned upwards. "Vi does indeed hear all, but his time is...precious. But that does not mean that you are not sweetling. That is part of the reason that I am here." She continued. "What is it you need help with?"