Safrin's Chosen

"Well you shouldn't have any problems, then should you?" Safrin chuckled back, picking up on the thread Delphi had left for her to pull with a warm smile. "Unless of course she has done something to mask them...the way she upgrades the living. I wonder if she can't do the same to the soul...or perhaps just the vessel that they are contained in." The goddess muttered this in a colourless voice, eyes narrowings lightly as she gazed somewhere just over Delphi's shoulder. The mention of a Cat Sith had the goddess chuckling. "True, until it takes the souls and hoards them in its lair." Which of course it was likely to do. And demigod or not, Delphi would have a hard time prying a well-won soul away from one of the fickle felines. Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted