reach out and touch them

Maeve

Maeve watches in awe as Safrin pours out the stars, the barrier forming before her eyes before disappearing entirely. Only when it's completely gone does Maeve look up to Safrin once more, smiling gratefully at the goddess, "Thank you, Safrin." She breathes, reaching for the decanter finally and pouring them both a drink, passing the crystal glass to the goddess. "We couldn't have done this without you." And they truly couldn't have. Maeve would forever be appreciative of this.

"I don't want to keep you long, but I was hoping you could tell me what's keeping Torchline so cool? Is it cause for worry with monsoons coming?" She asks, dark brow arching as she raises the absinth up to her lips, taking a slow sip.

Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine

The Nightshade