safrin
"What a lovely thing." The goddess murmurs softly, her dark gaze upon the mirror. 'The reflection of course, not the topic of LongNight, I mean." She clarified with a small whisper of laughter. Dressed in a long white gown, Safrin looked like a starlit ghost as she leaned back against the rocky hovel that not so long ago Deimos had helped make.
Her eyes took in the Sword with silent speculation for a moment, before her head tilted to the side. All the dark and dusted thoughts in his mind that she might pluck, but still she preferred to hear the words from his own lips. "What is it you would speak with me about?"
Her eyes took in the Sword with silent speculation for a moment, before her head tilted to the side. All the dark and dusted thoughts in his mind that she might pluck, but still she preferred to hear the words from his own lips. "What is it you would speak with me about?"
