Maeve
Maeve isn't surprised that the old woman seems to grow irritated with her. Had she been treated this way by a stranger, the Nightshade likely wouldn't have stuck around, not often willing to deal with the same type of treatment from others. The Nightshade hums noncommittally, "Perhaps... Travel safely." She says softly, words practically lost on the wind. Maeve doesn't move until she thinks the other has left, committing the view of Siren to memory and already knowing that this isn't the place she'll gather from. Still, it's beautiful none the less.
She stands, beckoning for Aidon to follow as she sets back out towards home, knowing she has a bit of a trek to make given that she can't use the portal. Maeve likely won't make it home until dawn, but that's alright.
~FIN~
She stands, beckoning for Aidon to follow as she sets back out towards home, knowing she has a bit of a trek to make given that she can't use the portal. Maeve likely won't make it home until dawn, but that's alright.
~FIN~
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
