SAFRIN
"I hear a great many things." Her voice is serene but as cold as a galactic wind. Appearing at the top of the shrine-wall, the goddess looks down with only a warm smile for Isuma as she investigated the periwinkle blooms.
Drawing her knees effortlessly up and crossing her legs at the ankles, Safrin peers down at the Sage with an unreadable cosmic gaze. "What is it you'd like me to hear specifically, Jigano?"
Drawing her knees effortlessly up and crossing her legs at the ankles, Safrin peers down at the Sage with an unreadable cosmic gaze. "What is it you'd like me to hear specifically, Jigano?"
