Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
The trip to the Greatwood is an easy one now that the Skyboat is up and running. Which means that taking Edmund on an impromptu trip to visit the shrine dedicated to Safrin there is an easy choice to make. Maeve holds his hand as they walk up the stairs to the shrine, a small basket in her grasp holding their offerings, a book of poems, and a small picnic for them to enjoy beneath the stars. The Nightshade hadn't gone to seek Safrin out yet, but she was planning to as soon as she finished her quest. Maeve wasn't avoiding her. Not in the slightest, but the Queen wasn't going to waste her time by not being done with the task her goddess had given her before then.
"I haven't been to this shrine, but I imagine the view of the stars here can't be beat." Maeve murmurs, voice soft as they enter the shrine, being respectful of the space. She straightens the few candles and lights a couple of them to give them a bit of light. "How about we set up our picnic and then we can read her some poems." Maeve hands Edmund his bouquet of flowers to place on the alter before beginning to pulling out their picnic components.
"I haven't been to this shrine, but I imagine the view of the stars here can't be beat." Maeve murmurs, voice soft as they enter the shrine, being respectful of the space. She straightens the few candles and lights a couple of them to give them a bit of light. "How about we set up our picnic and then we can read her some poems." Maeve hands Edmund his bouquet of flowers to place on the alter before beginning to pulling out their picnic components.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
