"Some will. You could ask Delah." Safrin grins at this, knowing just how easy going the warchieftess isn't. "The tunnel is likely unstable.." The goddess muses, offering some other bits of advice but not in any detail since all of this has happened and Amalia would have done things differently.
Raising a brow, her galactic gaze lowering towards the charm-necklace, the goddess tuts softly, but affectionately. "Normally you don't ask for gifts, darling-one. But then again, you're not normal. Go on then, what would you ask of me?"
Raising a brow, her galactic gaze lowering towards the charm-necklace, the goddess tuts softly, but affectionately. "Normally you don't ask for gifts, darling-one. But then again, you're not normal. Go on then, what would you ask of me?"
SAFRIN
