Maeve
As always, Safrin gets right to the point and Maeve is reminded that to play this game is to waste her goddess's time. Something she doesn't wish to do. The Nightshade clears her throat, taking Edmund from her and cradling him close, "I apologize, Safrin. I suppose I still haven't grown use to simply being able to say what I want without a bit of a dance first." She admits honestly, sincerity clear in her voice as a hand comes up to run up and down Edmund's back.
"You've provided me with a weapon for which I am grateful, but I've found my mobility leaves something to be desired. I'm hoping to do something to amend that while also providing myself with some protection at the same time. Would that be possible?" Maeve finally finishes, daring to meet her gaze.
"You've provided me with a weapon for which I am grateful, but I've found my mobility leaves something to be desired. I'm hoping to do something to amend that while also providing myself with some protection at the same time. Would that be possible?" Maeve finally finishes, daring to meet her gaze.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
