walk me home in the dead of night
Despite what she'd thought on the beach, Flora would not be worshipping Safrin from her knees. Or well, she might be, but there wouldn't be a pirate sailor doing the worshipping with her.
Instead, Flora had waited until the stars sprayed out across the sea before rising the stairs to the top of the lighthouse. Ensuring that each candle was lit, the Doubletake clears her throat before taking a seat on the stone steps that trailed the altar.
"Safrin," She began in a low and reverant voice. "I didn't bring you a thing, because lets be honest, what do you need with trinkets. But that doesn't mean I came empty-handed; instead, I brought you some information that I think you might be interest to hear."
What god if not Safrin wouldn't want to hear the latest juicy gossip?
Also, Flora wanted some poison for her feathers, but they could get to that after.
Instead, Flora had waited until the stars sprayed out across the sea before rising the stairs to the top of the lighthouse. Ensuring that each candle was lit, the Doubletake clears her throat before taking a seat on the stone steps that trailed the altar.
"Safrin," She began in a low and reverant voice. "I didn't bring you a thing, because lets be honest, what do you need with trinkets. But that doesn't mean I came empty-handed; instead, I brought you some information that I think you might be interest to hear."
What god if not Safrin wouldn't want to hear the latest juicy gossip?
Also, Flora wanted some poison for her feathers, but they could get to that after.
