Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
The letter had been sent and preparations had been made. It was easy to make the rounds, starting in Halo before returning to Torchline to make her way to Stormbreak, the Greatwood, and finally the Grounds. Her last stop before she made the trek home. This trip was a bit more in depth, requiring preparation that the others did not, but it was going to be completely worth it. Maeve already knew.
She shivers as the cool air nips at the bare skin of her shoulders and collarbones, completely exposed in her rather impractical dress, but the Nightshade doesn't care. She told Amun to come dressed in his best and she was going to do the same. Sure, a ballgown wasn't fit for travel. It wasn't really fit for anything, but there was something about wandering the streets of stony ruins dressed in the garment that made her feel otherworldly.
Situating herself at a highpoint, wanting a clear view of the stars, the Nightshade sets the scene. A blanket, wine, candles (safely locked away in lanterns), and herself all sit arranged beautifully as she waits for her guest.
She shivers as the cool air nips at the bare skin of her shoulders and collarbones, completely exposed in her rather impractical dress, but the Nightshade doesn't care. She told Amun to come dressed in his best and she was going to do the same. Sure, a ballgown wasn't fit for travel. It wasn't really fit for anything, but there was something about wandering the streets of stony ruins dressed in the garment that made her feel otherworldly.
Situating herself at a highpoint, wanting a clear view of the stars, the Nightshade sets the scene. A blanket, wine, candles (safely locked away in lanterns), and herself all sit arranged beautifully as she waits for her guest.
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
