I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
She snorts. The sudden abrupt and sharp even against the crashing waves. Maeve shakes her head, "Unsettled is a word for it." The Nightshade says finally, lips pursing as the tips of her fingers run across the ridges of Aidon's brow. It would make sense that they would avoid the surface with the war brewing even if they had no real part in it.
"It's rather likely. There has already been an attack on Stormbreak. While I don't think Torchline has done anything to upset the Ascended specifically..." Her slender shoulders lift into something of a delicate shrug. Maeve lets out a breath, turning her attention back to him, "I doubt it'll reach your people in the water, though."
"It's rather likely. There has already been an attack on Stormbreak. While I don't think Torchline has done anything to upset the Ascended specifically..." Her slender shoulders lift into something of a delicate shrug. Maeve lets out a breath, turning her attention back to him, "I doubt it'll reach your people in the water, though."
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
