I don't know if you can hear me

'Oh, it takes far more than luck sweet girl.' Safrin says with a smile. 'Are you really so keen to find yourself tethered to another by the chords of love? You're still so young. What's the rush?" It is a question that Safrin is asked often, but her answer nearly always depends on who is asking. Stretching out a hand to softly adjust a tendril of smokey lavender away from Maeve's face, the goddess sits up straight as she considers. "To keep them safe from what? Life is often hard and full of dangers, but that is how we learn and grow." Tilting her head slightly, easily able to peer into the Madame's thoughts but letting her voice them for herself, Safrin simply waits, a paragon of patience and understanding that Maeve might find the words for herself. Safrin