Safrin
Until then...It's the best Amalia can give, but it still spits daggers into Safrin's heart. Until then is a length of time, after which she will be someone elses. Vi's, which is the best the goddess could hope for, and yet...
..she is who she is. Fickle and greedy and vain.
Massaging the thick muscles on Amalia's neck in earnest, the goddess simply nods. "Have you been visited yet by anyone...suitably vague and foreboding? Perhaps dressed far too well for the Hollowed Grounds?" The goddess wonders, having heard rumblings of the Order remerging after all this time.
..she is who she is. Fickle and greedy and vain.
Massaging the thick muscles on Amalia's neck in earnest, the goddess simply nods. "Have you been visited yet by anyone...suitably vague and foreboding? Perhaps dressed far too well for the Hollowed Grounds?" The goddess wonders, having heard rumblings of the Order remerging after all this time.
