Safrin
"Do I think she will talk?" Safrin repeats, her perfectly painted lips twisting into a smirk. "Yes. Do I think it will be the truth? Do I think what she will say or agree to, will be in the best interests of everyone?" Wryly the goddess shakes her head, talons appearing at the end of her fingers as they work through the feline's fur.
"I think the time for talking is over now, but you're welcome to try." She says with a light shrug. Once Amalia has an idea in her mind it's near impossible to dissuade her to do anything different. And who knows, perhaps she might be successful, though the goddess very much doubts it.
"I think the time for talking is over now, but you're welcome to try." She says with a light shrug. Once Amalia has an idea in her mind it's near impossible to dissuade her to do anything different. And who knows, perhaps she might be successful, though the goddess very much doubts it.
