who we are and what we do

Maeve

His irritation isn't surprising. If anything, it's expected and Maeve takes it in stride. She shrugs her shoulders, "Whether or not it has been stated formally, it still is. This region is protected by her and it has been since Sunjata came into power and will continue to be now." It doesn't change that the region is a melting pot. It still is. Even if it belongs to Safrin. Maeve and Aurelia have no plans on pushing the Ascended from the islands or closing their borders to anyone. Not for as long as they can help it. "There is nothing to bend to. She's already done a lot for us. The canals, the shield that will protect us from the monsoons, an the fountain we're working on now. All exist to benefit us and she's asked for nothing in return." Except for their time and acceptance of her presence here.

"What Torchline is won't be changing. It is still a melting pot and it will be a safe place for those that need it. Aurelia and I are going to make sure of that." Maeve meets his gaze evenly when he finally turns to face her, setting her cup down and shifting in her seat, unbothered by the sharpness that clings to his words. "It isn't just a title, Jack. You'll have a say in decisions. In the choices that we make. No one here knows the people like you do. We'll both admit that. I even told Safrin that you were seen as the unofficial governor of this place. We want you to be a part of this. Of all of it. So yes, it'll be what you're doing now, but not just that."

Baby we built this house on memories
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