Maeve
Her smile is wistful as she turns her attention back towards the stars, finally spotting the constellation she's looking for, the Siren peeking out from behind the mountain range. Drawing her cloak more tightly around herself, the Nightshade lets out a soft hum of acknowledgement, "I've been promised many things and all of those things have been delivered. I was promised a way to protect myself and get to those I love when they need me. I was promised a way to heal the people within Torchline. I was promised that not only would my child be safe, but all of the children of Caido." That was her greatest accomplishment. The thing she was most proud of.
"The gods and heralds may ask great things of us. They might put us through tests, but it's only to prove to ourselves we are capable. Everything has a cost." It was simple to her. The Nightshade had been just like this woman before. Untrusting of the heralds, thinking that she meant nothing to them, but she'd be wrong. It was silly to look back on now.
"The gods and heralds may ask great things of us. They might put us through tests, but it's only to prove to ourselves we are capable. Everything has a cost." It was simple to her. The Nightshade had been just like this woman before. Untrusting of the heralds, thinking that she meant nothing to them, but she'd be wrong. It was silly to look back on now.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
