safrin
Safrin cannot whisper herself into dreams quite the way Ludo can. It doesn't mean she is without the ability, only that it isn't as well versed. Stil, sunshine steals into the feline's dreamworld, banishing the dark shadows and sickly fragments of broken horrors that have started to infringe on the core of her. Sunjata...Deimos...and now Amalia...
It wasn't just the lightning, then.
"Were you planning on sleeping the day away?" Safrin asks with a bemused twist of her lips. "Then again, it seems like you might need it."
It wasn't just the lightning, then.
"Were you planning on sleeping the day away?" Safrin asks with a bemused twist of her lips. "Then again, it seems like you might need it."
