I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Seraphina. Well, that is a pretty name. Fitting. The title causes Maeve's head to cock to the side curiously and she hums, dropping her hand from her lips. "Seraphina the Artificer. Doesn't that sound fancy." She teases, a smirk curling on her lips as she sits up a little straighter if only to lessen the ache in her lower back. The request for her name is made and much like Sera, she has no reason to deny her, "You can call me, Maeve." She provides her name, a hint of mischief in her eyes, "Some people call me Madame. I'll let you pick which you prefer."
Obviously she didn't have to call her that. They weren't in the Halenani and Maeve wasn't working. Well, she was working, but not like that. Her new drink is brought by and she also makes a request for something to eat before turning her attention to the woman once more. "You can move things if you need to. I know I'm a bit spread out here." She smiles, a huff of a laugh pushing past her lips as she brings the new drink up, taking a small sip before letting it rest on the table once more.
Obviously she didn't have to call her that. They weren't in the Halenani and Maeve wasn't working. Well, she was working, but not like that. Her new drink is brought by and she also makes a request for something to eat before turning her attention to the woman once more. "You can move things if you need to. I know I'm a bit spread out here." She smiles, a huff of a laugh pushing past her lips as she brings the new drink up, taking a small sip before letting it rest on the table once more.
Maeve
