Maeve
This specific task was one of the easier ones given to them by the goddess. It was no different than what Maeve did on a weekly basis. Only now she was accompanied by two others. Cradling the bouquet of still glowing blooms freshly cut from her garden, Maeve picks her way along the path towards the lighthouse, glancing back at Flora as they walk. "Have you been to this particular shrine before?" The Nightshade asks curiously, wondering if the young girl had actually visited Safrin yet or if she'd chosen another deity to honor.
Knowing that Hadama would be joining them later to leave his own offering, Maeve is sure to pick a side that is close to the water so that he may be able to lay his alongside theirs. Delicately placing the flowers in the vase she brought with her, Maeve takes a moment to light a few candles despite the fact that they don't really need them with the way the moon and stars are shining above them.
Knowing that Hadama would be joining them later to leave his own offering, Maeve is sure to pick a side that is close to the water so that he may be able to lay his alongside theirs. Delicately placing the flowers in the vase she brought with her, Maeve takes a moment to light a few candles despite the fact that they don't really need them with the way the moon and stars are shining above them.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
