Safrin
Like the whisper of rain just before it pours or the last pulse of sunlight before dusk swallows away the light, Safrin is there in the silence and stillness through which Maeve's grief reverberates. Wrapping her around the Nightshade's shoulders, the goddess smooths her fingers through Maeve's tangles of dark hair as she whispers calming coos.
"Now, now." A sort of cosmic stillness will flow through Maeve in all the places she presses herself against Safrin. Though it doesn't stop the internal fires burning, it spaces them out, like burning stars pushed wide in the vastness of space. "Everything is alright."
"Now, now." A sort of cosmic stillness will flow through Maeve in all the places she presses herself against Safrin. Though it doesn't stop the internal fires burning, it spaces them out, like burning stars pushed wide in the vastness of space. "Everything is alright."
