she who loved you yesterday

Safrin looks above Amalia's shoulder, as if looking into or upon something unseen. Her lips quiver slightly with words forming and then dissolved as her brows furrow and dance as a multitude of expressions wash across her beautiful features. After a moment, the goddess takes a breath, her gaze focusing and falling once more upon Amalia. Silence descends as Safrin merely studies the girl, the long face, her wise but young eyes, the emotions so rife and right on the surface of her heart. In a world far away, perhaps she and the girl might have been — "The New Gods." Safrin answers, lashes fluttering softly as her gaze lowers a fraction as she sneers, obviously using the title as some sort of contemptuous slight. "They and their creations must never be allowed to leave. The world was almost ruined once, before this solution was decided upon. Some think it would have been far sweeter for Mort to simply take all who live inside of this place, sparing you a life of captivity." Safrin's lips twitch slightly, a rather affectionate smile beginning to take form. "He only wanted the best for all of you of course...but Vi wouldn't hear of it. And so here you are. Here we all are." Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted