Maeve
Clinking their glasses together, Maeve is struck by how normal it all is, but she doesn't linger on that long as Safrin explains just exactly why Torchline is still so cold. Her lips tug down into a slight frown, "I wasn't aware." She begins slowly, shaking her head as she sighs, "It seems rude to tear it down. I just worry about what it might do to Torchline if it doesn't warm up eventually." The queen muses, raising her glass to her lips once more.
"Should I be worried?" Maeve arches a brow, trusting Safrin to tell her if it was a major need for concern or if they would be fine despite the extended bout of cold.
"Should I be worried?" Maeve arches a brow, trusting Safrin to tell her if it was a major need for concern or if they would be fine despite the extended bout of cold.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
