Maeve
Edmund delights in the attention rained upon him by Safrin. He giggles and babbles, holding onto her and taking the kisses she covers him with, hugging himself close to the goddess. Little does Maeve know how quickly that innocence will be pulled away. Nor does she know the prejudice that awaits him once his Abandoned status is figured out.
"It's more of my physical speed. At times I feel too slow on the ground, but have some thoughts for how to fix that." Not with shifts the way others have, but wings would be a plus. If she's earned them and she's not sure she has. "I will say he's been a test for my reflexes. He's already beginning to toddle about." Maeve laughs, taking Edmund back from Safrin though the babe protests softly, holding onto the goddess as long as he can manage.
"It's more of my physical speed. At times I feel too slow on the ground, but have some thoughts for how to fix that." Not with shifts the way others have, but wings would be a plus. If she's earned them and she's not sure she has. "I will say he's been a test for my reflexes. He's already beginning to toddle about." Maeve laughs, taking Edmund back from Safrin though the babe protests softly, holding onto the goddess as long as he can manage.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
