Maeve
It's a good enough answer for her and she's reassured that unless she wishes it to, there will be no ill effects from the wine itself, leading her to uncorking the bottle with a pop. "I don't wish to be. Just being here is enough of a distraction." And it is. It's hard to think about all you're dealing with when you're whisked away into a world where nothing feels as if it could be wrong. As long as Remi willed them to have peace, they would.
The sadness that covers his words isn't unfamiliar. They'd had a similar conversation before. When he first brought her into a dream. It seems so long ago now. So much has changed and yet they're still here. A different dream, a different time, but they're still Remi and Maeve. "It does, but I can appreciate this for what it is." Maeve murmurs, savoring the taste of cheap wine and crusty bread, both of them covering her tongue in a way that should be unpleasant but somehow managed to be the opposite. Instead it tastes like budding romance, happiness, and love.
"Well, I've been training with a bow." Maeve informs him rather proudly, a small smile curling on her lips, feeling rather pleased that she can say as much. The other question goes unanswered. They both know given her side it would be the Ascended. Whether she wants it to be or not. They belong to the Old Gods. Their side has been chosen. "I've worked with daggers before, but I wanted something that gave me some distance. I don't believe I'm the most well suited for hand to hand combat." Surely the Lullaby can agree with her on that. While the Madame has learned a few things about sparring and the like, she's not under the impression that she's all that good at it.
The sadness that covers his words isn't unfamiliar. They'd had a similar conversation before. When he first brought her into a dream. It seems so long ago now. So much has changed and yet they're still here. A different dream, a different time, but they're still Remi and Maeve. "It does, but I can appreciate this for what it is." Maeve murmurs, savoring the taste of cheap wine and crusty bread, both of them covering her tongue in a way that should be unpleasant but somehow managed to be the opposite. Instead it tastes like budding romance, happiness, and love.
"Well, I've been training with a bow." Maeve informs him rather proudly, a small smile curling on her lips, feeling rather pleased that she can say as much. The other question goes unanswered. They both know given her side it would be the Ascended. Whether she wants it to be or not. They belong to the Old Gods. Their side has been chosen. "I've worked with daggers before, but I wanted something that gave me some distance. I don't believe I'm the most well suited for hand to hand combat." Surely the Lullaby can agree with her on that. While the Madame has learned a few things about sparring and the like, she's not under the impression that she's all that good at it.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
