Safrin
"I should have brought Kamaria." The goddess says, her voice sounding the way a blush looks or goosebumps feel. Appearing on the windowsill that she might be back-light by the moon. "She loves to hear about encantados." For better or worse though, it was just Safrin tonight.
Stretching out a hand both to silence the hel from making any noise lest it interrupts Maeve, but also to call the Seer cat to her, Safrin watches as the creature leaps onto her lap. Stroking behind its ears she listens to the creature's purrs and low inarticulate sounds of pleasure as she nods for Maeve to regale her with her story.
Stretching out a hand both to silence the hel from making any noise lest it interrupts Maeve, but also to call the Seer cat to her, Safrin watches as the creature leaps onto her lap. Stroking behind its ears she listens to the creature's purrs and low inarticulate sounds of pleasure as she nods for Maeve to regale her with her story.
