safrin
"Because of Kiada?"
These are strange waters for the two to swim in; a teetertotter where they are both strangely equal in weight and yet hopelessly unbalanced. To console Amalia in terms of Vi is to accept her as being closer to an equal than a follower. To dismiss her concerns would be to hurt one that she's so cherished.
"What was it he told you to do?" Placing a starlit hand upon the creature's upturned ribcage, Safin breathes light into the warm (too-warm) fur with a soft smile.
These are strange waters for the two to swim in; a teetertotter where they are both strangely equal in weight and yet hopelessly unbalanced. To console Amalia in terms of Vi is to accept her as being closer to an equal than a follower. To dismiss her concerns would be to hurt one that she's so cherished.
"What was it he told you to do?" Placing a starlit hand upon the creature's upturned ribcage, Safin breathes light into the warm (too-warm) fur with a soft smile.
