Safrin
There was a time when Ronin came to her with nothing more than blue eyes and a charming smile. Now as he schools the new leaders of the Wood on proper decorum, the Greatwood seems to breathe a wistful sigh as starlight pours softly down from the stars.
From a flash of blue and lavender, Safrin appears before the trio. In a gown that seems held together by light and satin, the goddess turns an appraising stare toward both Nephele and Juniper. 'Hello lovely ones.' She beams, offering them each a smile and nod before her attention falls upon Ronin. "Why Ronin. I didn't expect to see you again so soon." There's a purr in her voice, but then, he is her chosen after all.
Reaching out to let her finger drift through one of the flames dancing on a white candle, Safrin smiles softly to herself. "Is a moment of my time really all you're after?"[s/ay] She asks, tilting her chin over her shoulder to glance at Nephele.
From a flash of blue and lavender, Safrin appears before the trio. In a gown that seems held together by light and satin, the goddess turns an appraising stare toward both Nephele and Juniper. 'Hello lovely ones.' She beams, offering them each a smile and nod before her attention falls upon Ronin. "Why Ronin. I didn't expect to see you again so soon." There's a purr in her voice, but then, he is her chosen after all.
Reaching out to let her finger drift through one of the flames dancing on a white candle, Safrin smiles softly to herself. "Is a moment of my time really all you're after?"[s/ay] She asks, tilting her chin over her shoulder to glance at Nephele.
