"You can care, and love, so long as you do not grasp so tightly that you kill what is around you." Safrin replies with a soft shrug. "If you pluck a flower and call it your own, you do so knowing that your time is limited. It will die, no matter how much you lavish it with love and attention. It is the same with those you care for. They add sweetness and colour, but that does not mean they won't one day wilt and die."
Reaching out again to stroke the raven's dark plumage, Safrin smiles warmly. "But all is not lost. There are gardens in Mort's realm for flowers and lost-loves alike. It is only time that separates you from them. Time to experience the wonders of the wind and all the things that this world has to offer. And then one day, your pain will end, and all will be returned to you."
Reaching out again to stroke the raven's dark plumage, Safrin smiles warmly. "But all is not lost. There are gardens in Mort's realm for flowers and lost-loves alike. It is only time that separates you from them. Time to experience the wonders of the wind and all the things that this world has to offer. And then one day, your pain will end, and all will be returned to you."
SAFRIN
