My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve laughs, the sound light and airy as she nuzzles into his curls, peppering kisses against the unruly locks. They're reminiscent of his father's in all ways except for the color. The color he gets from her. With a smile the Nightshade draws back to look down at him, holding his face between her hands, "Yes, my love. She knows. I don't see how she couldn't. You were born with it and she met you just before you aged." It would have been highly unlikely that Safrin wasn't aware of her son's abilities.
Dark brows lift in surprise at the conviction behind her son's voice and the way he seems almost outraged that she would suggest otherwise. "Then we'll start early. There are things to know about the Gods and the Voice." Maeve begins, becoming very serious as she looks down at Edmund, leaning back against the cushions of the couch as she holds him. "You know of the Old Gods and why they're wary of Abandons because of what the Voice did, but I haven't told you about what she's done now."
Maeve draws in a deep breath, a weight settling in her stomach, knowing that it was potentially a lot for him to take in. It was necessary he knows, though. "She's created the Ascended. They aren't like you and me. They can't feel physical sensation in the same way, they don't age, and they can't really go out in the sun. Their bite allows them to draw from any powers you have. Shifts, magic, and other abilities." She pauses, waiting for him to ask any questions before continuing, "The Voice is connected to all of her Ascended and we believe that she can take control of them at any point, but I've not seen it happen before. The thing I want to warn you most about is her portals. I know they're tempting and might seem convenient to use, but every time you use one, you give her access to you."
Dark brows lift in surprise at the conviction behind her son's voice and the way he seems almost outraged that she would suggest otherwise. "Then we'll start early. There are things to know about the Gods and the Voice." Maeve begins, becoming very serious as she looks down at Edmund, leaning back against the cushions of the couch as she holds him. "You know of the Old Gods and why they're wary of Abandons because of what the Voice did, but I haven't told you about what she's done now."
Maeve draws in a deep breath, a weight settling in her stomach, knowing that it was potentially a lot for him to take in. It was necessary he knows, though. "She's created the Ascended. They aren't like you and me. They can't feel physical sensation in the same way, they don't age, and they can't really go out in the sun. Their bite allows them to draw from any powers you have. Shifts, magic, and other abilities." She pauses, waiting for him to ask any questions before continuing, "The Voice is connected to all of her Ascended and we believe that she can take control of them at any point, but I've not seen it happen before. The thing I want to warn you most about is her portals. I know they're tempting and might seem convenient to use, but every time you use one, you give her access to you."
Maeve
