I would fall from grace just to touch your face
The Queen's easy smile fades for only a moment, a sigh pushing past her lips, "I'm... I'm okay. I went and saw Safrin recently. She's asked me to go with the other demigods to the Draig." And while there is very little about the Nightshade that has changed since Dama saw her last, the most apparent is the crown of starlight that rests on her head now, casting an ethereal glow over her features. Clearly a gift from their herald.
Folding the last of her clothes, Maeve places them on a nearby tree with her boots, ensuring that both would be out of reach of the tide should it come in further. Approaching, the Nightshade takes his hand in hers, breath catching as her feet enter the water and her pulse begins to race as it always does when she first steps in. "Just hold onto me, please." Maeve murmurs, casting her eyes his way and it is likely the first time he's ever seen her uneasy, but it doesn't stop her from moving in up to her waist slowly.
Folding the last of her clothes, Maeve places them on a nearby tree with her boots, ensuring that both would be out of reach of the tide should it come in further. Approaching, the Nightshade takes his hand in hers, breath catching as her feet enter the water and her pulse begins to race as it always does when she first steps in. "Just hold onto me, please." Maeve murmurs, casting her eyes his way and it is likely the first time he's ever seen her uneasy, but it doesn't stop her from moving in up to her waist slowly.
Maeve
