Maeve
Her goddess appears and Maeve lets out a breath, stunned by her beauty just like she always is, a smile spreading on her face as Safrin greets her son first. ”He worked very hard to make it for you.” The Nightshade informs the herald with a soft laugh, ”Gathered and traded for all the materials himself.” She couldn’t help being proud of her son’s devotion to her goddess. He loved so deeply and so fully without a single thought that there might be another course to take. Maeve smiles gratefully towards the starry herald, dipping her head in acknowledgment of the slight scolding, knowing it’s deserved.
”We are grateful for the opportunity you’ve given us to have such a gift. We’re glad it’s done so we can turn our attention towards more defensive measures, but this will be invaluable to the region.” Maeve says, drawing her son close to her side after he fastens the bracelet around her wrist.
”We are grateful for the opportunity you’ve given us to have such a gift. We’re glad it’s done so we can turn our attention towards more defensive measures, but this will be invaluable to the region.” Maeve says, drawing her son close to her side after he fastens the bracelet around her wrist.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
