Aurelia
The smell of rain is a reminder that they should get a move on. She doesn't need it but, at the same time, she appreciates Maeve's own little prod to push them back on the right track. "Of course..." she murmurs, fondness and trust in her gaze. There's nothing more to discuss; they've reached a decision that's brought them closer together.
So, with ease, she pulls away from the other woman and moves to walk further into the jungle depths. "So, tell me more about this quest from Safrin. How long of a vine do you need again?" She quirks a brow, unsure of if Maeve's actually told her but asking as if she has - just in case. "And why... sentient?" She breathes a sharp little breath at that, shoulders rising and falling apprehensively with it.
"In my past, before... I was on a mission," yes, one of 'those' kind of missions, "and my target was fleeing through the jungle-" she swipes out her machete at a nearby plant, though it would appear not to be of the sentient sort "-in my pursuit, I got snagged by vines," she explains, remembering that Maeve had told her earlier she'd not been told the story, "the man-eating kind, you know?" She glances back at Maeve at this, smirking. "That's what this scar is from," she lifts her free hand, letting the sleeve of her cloak fall down around her elbow to reveal the dark marks that wind around her forearm. She may have a different face now, but her scars remain.
So, with ease, she pulls away from the other woman and moves to walk further into the jungle depths. "So, tell me more about this quest from Safrin. How long of a vine do you need again?" She quirks a brow, unsure of if Maeve's actually told her but asking as if she has - just in case. "And why... sentient?" She breathes a sharp little breath at that, shoulders rising and falling apprehensively with it.
"In my past, before... I was on a mission," yes, one of 'those' kind of missions, "and my target was fleeing through the jungle-" she swipes out her machete at a nearby plant, though it would appear not to be of the sentient sort "-in my pursuit, I got snagged by vines," she explains, remembering that Maeve had told her earlier she'd not been told the story, "the man-eating kind, you know?" She glances back at Maeve at this, smirking. "That's what this scar is from," she lifts her free hand, letting the sleeve of her cloak fall down around her elbow to reveal the dark marks that wind around her forearm. She may have a different face now, but her scars remain.
looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue
with the warning to help me see myself clearer
with the warning to help me see myself clearer
