Your Obedient Servant

Appearing like a breath of starlight, a warm breeze stirred around the priestess as Safrin stepped through a curtain of midnight and into the chilling interior of the shrine. Physically flawless, her almond-shaped eyes deep with cosmic possibility, the goddess smiled with ruby-red lips as she placed a hand upon Ingrid's shoulder. At once all the candles in the area sparkled with light; not flame, but a deep and warm energy just the same like tiny points of starlight. "Too much? Never think it, precious one." She cooed, her voice like a flickering flame on a cold winter's night. Coils of dark hair flowed down her shoulders as Safrin knelt aside the mortal, a porcelain-white finger reaching out to stroke Ingrid's cheek. Safrin