SAFRIN
The quartz pulses with a warm light, filling the shrine with prismatic hues as if a star were placed there instead of a necklace. 'Hello lovely one." Safrin's voice is like midnight velvet as she appears, sat daintily on the railing of the observatory with her head tilted slightly to the side.
She wears a dress of simple white fabric, woven with thread that appears to shine as it catches the light, though the rainbow-hues disappear just as quickly like a mischevious opal. Safrin interlaces her fingers across her lap, dark eyes fixed on the fae with soft amusement.
She wears a dress of simple white fabric, woven with thread that appears to shine as it catches the light, though the rainbow-hues disappear just as quickly like a mischevious opal. Safrin interlaces her fingers across her lap, dark eyes fixed on the fae with soft amusement.
