Maeve
She wasn't suited for this kind of weather, living in Torchline most of her life hadn't prepared her for the cold like this, but she needed a clear view of the stars. At least she wouldn't have to be out here long. Drawing the jacket she still had laying around from when Seren came back from Halo all those seasons ago tighter around her frame, the Nightshade finds a sturdy patch of ice that doesn't seem to have any cracks going through it, setting her pack down to keep her off of the ice as she sits herself down.
"Only need to be out here a few minutes..." No offense to Halo or the people who lived here, but the queen had a feeling that this wasn't going to be the place that her chosen constellation looked best in. It just didn't fit. Turning her jade eyes up towards the skies, the Nightshade lets them drink in the inky blackness, marking out the pin pricks of light hung there by Safrin.
"Only need to be out here a few minutes..." No offense to Halo or the people who lived here, but the queen had a feeling that this wasn't going to be the place that her chosen constellation looked best in. It just didn't fit. Turning her jade eyes up towards the skies, the Nightshade lets them drink in the inky blackness, marking out the pin pricks of light hung there by Safrin.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
