Maeve
Her brows draw together, lips pressing into a thin line as she considers her words, "But it was something for nurturing? We have girls raising their children there. It was so they would have a safe space. Not to mention rebuilding the brothel itself." Maeve can't help the way she bristles slightly. If only because it doesn't make much sense to her as to why they turned down her proposal in the first place. Still, the Madame sighs softly, taking a sip of he tea and settles her nerves. She didn't understand how the Halenani didn't align with their interests when they were the reason it was built in the first place.
"Perhaps I'm misunderstanding. Maybe I'm too used to how my relationship with Safrin works." Her herald was almost always willing to give and provide help. All Maeve had to do was ask and majority of the time she got what she wanted. Not without doing a bit of work, of course. Still, the Nightshade didn't quite understand, but she wanted to.
"Perhaps I'm misunderstanding. Maybe I'm too used to how my relationship with Safrin works." Her herald was almost always willing to give and provide help. All Maeve had to do was ask and majority of the time she got what she wanted. Not without doing a bit of work, of course. Still, the Nightshade didn't quite understand, but she wanted to.
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
