Maeve
Since her arrival at the Table, the crowd has grown exponentially. Maeve notices a few familiar faces. The two main ones being Aurelia and Locke. She catches the smuggler's eye, giving her a small wave and a wink. Her eyes shift over to Jack and a brow raises. Well, if it isn't someone else who owes her a visit. She's tempted to say something, but decides not too as her focus shifts once more to Locke. Maeve motions with her head for him to come over while they wait for the Table to be unveiled.
Finally, the moment comes. The sheet is pulled away and left on the Table are various pouches, boxes, and other various odds and ends. Some glow, some hum, and some simply do nothing at all. Eyes slip over each one, pausing briefly on the starry silk pouch, unable to help lingering on the pretty fabric before the purple wrapped box captures her attention. Maeve takes a step forward to examine it further.
Maeve is picking the purple wrapped box!
Finally, the moment comes. The sheet is pulled away and left on the Table are various pouches, boxes, and other various odds and ends. Some glow, some hum, and some simply do nothing at all. Eyes slip over each one, pausing briefly on the starry silk pouch, unable to help lingering on the pretty fabric before the purple wrapped box captures her attention. Maeve takes a step forward to examine it further.
Maeve is picking the purple wrapped box!
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
