Maeve
When Maeve’s dreams are disturbed she’s simply grateful for the fact that it’s not a lingering nightmare that still creep up on her. Instead it’s like coming home and she sighs in her sleep before entering into the dream. Even here the crown of starlight sits atop her brow, her own gown delicate and lace trimmed, hugging the curves of her body. Briefly her eyes scan the others, but they don’t linger long, instead landing back on Safrin with a soft smile.
Her head dips as she lowers herself into a curtsy before straightening once more, hands clasped before her and shoulders squared, ”Good evening, Lady Safrin… You’re lovely as always.” Not that it needed to be said. It was clear to anyone who was here, but Maeve was sure to pay her respects with the compliment.
Her head dips as she lowers herself into a curtsy before straightening once more, hands clasped before her and shoulders squared, ”Good evening, Lady Safrin… You’re lovely as always.” Not that it needed to be said. It was clear to anyone who was here, but Maeve was sure to pay her respects with the compliment.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
