Maeve
The comment makes her brow arch, head cocking to the side as she regards the shaman, "Oh? Does it?" She asks, circling the old woman as she palms the handle of her whip, curiosity sparking in jade eyes. Now, the Nightshade wasn't known for being particularly ruthless. Truthfully, she had doubts that she'd made much of a name for herself at all, but apparently she was wrong in that regard if this woman was to be believed. "Nice to officially meet you, Chaele."
Her head dips in a nod, the Phoenix feather tip flicking across ash, embers dancing along behind it. "Of course... Though, you should know that there are people aware of where I'm at. Should anything happen." The Nightshade doubts that the implication would be missed. Her wrist snaps, igniting the length of the whip as it flicks out towards the shaman.
Her head dips in a nod, the Phoenix feather tip flicking across ash, embers dancing along behind it. "Of course... Though, you should know that there are people aware of where I'm at. Should anything happen." The Nightshade doubts that the implication would be missed. Her wrist snaps, igniting the length of the whip as it flicks out towards the shaman.
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
