Safrin
The starlight pulse that always seemed to fill the Celestine danced and shone brighter for the goddess' arrival. The smell of lavender and petrichor burst in equal measure from a breeze that trickled up along the path and tugged affectionately at the mermanta's hair.
'Don't let Frey see that you've been picking the flowers here.' Safrin chuckles, even as she reaches for the bouquet, clearly not bothered by whatever faux pax might have been committed. Raising them to her nose and inhaling deeply, the goddess turns her galactic gaze to the king through the blooms. "An interesting place to see you, Hadama." She murmurs with a smile. "What can I do for you?"
'Don't let Frey see that you've been picking the flowers here.' Safrin chuckles, even as she reaches for the bouquet, clearly not bothered by whatever faux pax might have been committed. Raising them to her nose and inhaling deeply, the goddess turns her galactic gaze to the king through the blooms. "An interesting place to see you, Hadama." She murmurs with a smile. "What can I do for you?"
