Maeve
Delicately picking up one of the tea cups, Maeve carefully fills it, finishing it with honey and a touch of cream. ”It is unseasonably cool. I’m not sure what’s causing it.” The Nightshade muses, crossing over to him with the tea and offering him the cup before her attention turns back to the package. Unsure of the procedure, Maeve slowly approaches, carefully plucking it from its resting place. ”Hopefully Halo wasn’t too harsh this last season?”
With an arched brow, the queen carefully begins to unwrap the package, curiosity getting the better of her. ”Who do I have to thank for this?” Maeve asks, looking for a note of some sort attached to the package.
With an arched brow, the queen carefully begins to unwrap the package, curiosity getting the better of her. ”Who do I have to thank for this?” Maeve asks, looking for a note of some sort attached to the package.
Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter
To the one appointed to see this through
To the one appointed to see this through
