Safrin
Warm winds which would feel as though they'd come from another land entirely—not even during the height of Tallsun was such heat found this far out in Halo—would glide around Talyson. Warming the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his fingers, neither his dogs nor companion would feel the same, far more suited to the glacial chill as they were.
"Everyone can be better." A voice says as the fabric of the universe tears apart to reveal starry darkness from which Safrin slides through, like a dancer emerging from a velvet curtain. "But not everyone realizes it. It is a wise man indeed who strives to improve." The goddess adds with a smile, before turning her galactic stare towards the man's offerings. "Food. Fuel. Furs. Out here such things mean survival; the difference between life and death." Safrin's smile turns appreciative then, understanding the importance of such gifts.
"I am listening Talyson. Tell me what is on your mind."
"Everyone can be better." A voice says as the fabric of the universe tears apart to reveal starry darkness from which Safrin slides through, like a dancer emerging from a velvet curtain. "But not everyone realizes it. It is a wise man indeed who strives to improve." The goddess adds with a smile, before turning her galactic stare towards the man's offerings. "Food. Fuel. Furs. Out here such things mean survival; the difference between life and death." Safrin's smile turns appreciative then, understanding the importance of such gifts.
"I am listening Talyson. Tell me what is on your mind."
