safrin
Though Safrin had seen Hadama recently - at the conclusion of Torchline's most recent island-wide venture - it had been a long while since she'd been able to devote herself to him properly. Perhaps that's why she appeared more quickly than usual, rising out of the midnight seafoam that formed on top of the crashing waves.
"My, my." In a gown the colour of sun-faded lace, Safrin moves toward the Owlbear pelt with a look of soft amusement on her face. "Someone has been doing some travelling." Flashing a smile toward the king, the goddess reaches down to pluck a piece of the dark and sticky treat he'd brought along. Inspecting it for a moment before popping it into her mouth, Safrin breathes a sound of indulgence as she nods her approval.
"My, my." In a gown the colour of sun-faded lace, Safrin moves toward the Owlbear pelt with a look of soft amusement on her face. "Someone has been doing some travelling." Flashing a smile toward the king, the goddess reaches down to pluck a piece of the dark and sticky treat he'd brought along. Inspecting it for a moment before popping it into her mouth, Safrin breathes a sound of indulgence as she nods her approval.
