Maeve
It's only a few minutes before Maeve is appearing to greet him, a soft smile on her lips as she extends her hand to the Huntsman, "Thank you for coming, Ronin." If the temperature hanging in the air wasn't indication enough that something was going on with the weather, Maeve's state of dress was. The Nightshade was still wearing her long sleeved garments, intent on keeping the lingering chill at bay, but even the lingering clutches of Deepfrost can't keep the warmth that exudes from her away. "It will probably be best to do this out in the garden."
It would be a shame to set the Court on fire due to a easily prevented mishap. Taking his arm, Maeve leads them outside, the bow already waiting for them in its case. It looks almost identical to the one Remi made for her, the Nightshade unwilling to part with the creation fully, but the difference is to be seen in the carvings on the bow itself. While it still has the same twisting vines as before, there is also constellations borne into the wood, the stain having settled deep into the lines of each one. "She didn't want me to use the one your husband made for me."
It would be a shame to set the Court on fire due to a easily prevented mishap. Taking his arm, Maeve leads them outside, the bow already waiting for them in its case. It looks almost identical to the one Remi made for her, the Nightshade unwilling to part with the creation fully, but the difference is to be seen in the carvings on the bow itself. While it still has the same twisting vines as before, there is also constellations borne into the wood, the stain having settled deep into the lines of each one. "She didn't want me to use the one your husband made for me."
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
