Safrin
"Lightning.." The word is said with a good amount of skepticism, Safrin watching the way the Flood's gaze falls upon her. He sees, but not what's in front of him. The goddess's form wavers and she takes a step back from him.
"Then it is the lightning that has tainted you.." Another step from him, her dark eyes scanning the lines of his face, reading the dark spiderweb of his thoughts as it is blown haphazardly in a heinous wind.
Blood from the flowers she doesn't hold drips onto the floor, the steady pat pat pat of it like water torture on the mind. The beat never-ending, never changing its rhythm but always threatening to.
"Then it is the lightning that has tainted you.." Another step from him, her dark eyes scanning the lines of his face, reading the dark spiderweb of his thoughts as it is blown haphazardly in a heinous wind.
Blood from the flowers she doesn't hold drips onto the floor, the steady pat pat pat of it like water torture on the mind. The beat never-ending, never changing its rhythm but always threatening to.
