Maeve
Him knowing that the blooms are harmful in their own right isn’t something that crosses her mind to tell him, to be fair. Often forgetting that many don’t bother with learning about plants beyond the basics. Maeve sets the tongs back on the edge of the fountain, huffing a soft laugh as her cheeks flush a lovely shade of pink, ”I suppose it wouldn’t be, no. I imagine it would make it rather useless at that point.”
She watches in quiet awe as he shifts, bathing her and the surrounding area in a warm glow that she can feel on her skin. Maeve doesn’t miss the Warrior Constellation across his chest, head tilting as he ruffled his feathers, finally finding one that was ready to be plucked. Maeve grabs her box, stepping close enough so that he might place it inside before closing the lid, a gentle heat coming from inside now that it cradles the feather. It isn’t enough to burn and the heat doesn’t seem to grow any hotter. ”Thank you, Ronin. Your husband gave me a feather too. He thought Safrin might take joy in burning it as an offering.” She says with a roll of her eyes, setting the box aside once more before she’s straightening to face him.
She watches in quiet awe as he shifts, bathing her and the surrounding area in a warm glow that she can feel on her skin. Maeve doesn’t miss the Warrior Constellation across his chest, head tilting as he ruffled his feathers, finally finding one that was ready to be plucked. Maeve grabs her box, stepping close enough so that he might place it inside before closing the lid, a gentle heat coming from inside now that it cradles the feather. It isn’t enough to burn and the heat doesn’t seem to grow any hotter. ”Thank you, Ronin. Your husband gave me a feather too. He thought Safrin might take joy in burning it as an offering.” She says with a roll of her eyes, setting the box aside once more before she’s straightening to face him.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
