My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
She knew something was up as soon as she received the letter. The writing was different. The letters looping with more grace and ease than they had previously. Not that his penmanship was poor to begin with, but it lacked the fine motor skills that came with age. This didn't. Unease swirls in her belly, fingers tight on her bow as she walks towards the requested meeting place, and the Nightshade does her best to steady her nerves. Gods only knew what trouble her son could have gotten into in the time he was away.
Her steps falter, however, jade eyes going wide as the voice that greets her is a touch deeper and the boy that stands before her is well on his way to towering over her slender form. Maeve blinks. Once, twice, and finally a third time before her brows knit together. "Edmund?" And oh, she can't help the disbelief that creeps into her tone. The incredulous expression settling on her features because how was it that both of her boys had aged in such a short period.
Safrin help her.
"What did you do, ma petite étoile"
Her steps falter, however, jade eyes going wide as the voice that greets her is a touch deeper and the boy that stands before her is well on his way to towering over her slender form. Maeve blinks. Once, twice, and finally a third time before her brows knit together. "Edmund?" And oh, she can't help the disbelief that creeps into her tone. The incredulous expression settling on her features because how was it that both of her boys had aged in such a short period.
Safrin help her.
"What did you do, ma petite étoile"
Maeve
