Dazed and Confused

The goddess smiled sweetly. "No need for that." She mused gently. Much as she liked seeing the accepted prostrating himself before her, she'd much rather gaze into his eyes than the back of his head. "The face of a commoner but the tongue of a king." She chuckled as Alistair continued, her radiantly cosmic gaze brightening. The light around the pair continued to dim until it appeared twilight had swaddled them in shades of blue and black, with Safrin appearing like a radiant star. "I am called Safrin." She replied simply, a demure smile upon her painted and full lips. As he asked permission to inquire more, the goddess made a rolling gesture with one of her hands: go on. As he asked of the spire and the barrier, Safrin inhaled gently before levelling the man with a devastatingly beautiful gaze. "Both." The deity replied after a moment, her head tilting slightly as her lashes fluttered. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted