she who loved you yesterday

Safrin's perfect and full lips twist into a gentle smile and her face became a mask of pure and sweet compassion. "You are not the only one loyal to them." The goddess laughed gently, her cosmic gaze soft and kind. As powerful as Safrin was, there was a hierarchy among the gods...one that she did not top. She too missed Vi and Mort and Rae. Vi most of all though. "I came because I have seen you. I have heard your prayers and songs, smelled the bread you cooked during The Festival of Lights ... I hear you murmur their names late at night, or when you cannot sleep." Gently the goddess' face crumpled elegantly with melancholy and memories. Lacing her fingers together, she tilted her head regarding the sharp-minded baker. "They would be pleased to know that you still visit them. Even now.." Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted