Maeve
The moment passes as quickly as it came and then he's laying down his cards. He beat her. He beat her in his own game and she can't help feeling stupid for playing. Maeve doesn't bother laying her cards down. Instead she adds them to the stack and straightens them, tucking them away into a pocket on her dress and ignoring that they still feel warm from his hands.
Then he's standing and she's at a loss for words for a moment. It's long enough to be awkward before she manages a nod, "May the rest of the LongNight bring you good fortune, Locke." She's not even sure he hears her. Maeve takes a deep breath, following it with a swig of juice that she wishes was something stronger before she plasters on her best smile. She still has a job to do. She still has to make her people happy.
-FIN-
Then he's standing and she's at a loss for words for a moment. It's long enough to be awkward before she manages a nod, "May the rest of the LongNight bring you good fortune, Locke." She's not even sure he hears her. Maeve takes a deep breath, following it with a swig of juice that she wishes was something stronger before she plasters on her best smile. She still has a job to do. She still has to make her people happy.
-FIN-
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
