Maeve
The Nightshade had looked over the simple letter multiple times, studying the looping curvature of the letters, and making note of the word choice. Despite the fact that she didn't hold the throne of Torchline anymore, Harper made sure that she still had access to her garden, not baring her from any part of the Court. It was, after all, her home. Their home.
In the time since returning home, the Nightshade's strength had slowly returned and she was much improved since Jude brought her home earlier this season. Still, her recovery shows in the slight hollowness of her cheeks though it does not take away from the beauty of her features. If anything it simply makes her bone structure all the more striking.
Smoothing her hands over the flowing skirt of her dress, the sheer fabric looking as if stars were caught in the gauzy layers, the Nightshade turns her attention towards the door as she waits patiently for her guest to arrive. Aidon lounges at her feet, curled in a scaly black ball, his large form barely fitting beneath her chair.
In the time since returning home, the Nightshade's strength had slowly returned and she was much improved since Jude brought her home earlier this season. Still, her recovery shows in the slight hollowness of her cheeks though it does not take away from the beauty of her features. If anything it simply makes her bone structure all the more striking.
Smoothing her hands over the flowing skirt of her dress, the sheer fabric looking as if stars were caught in the gauzy layers, the Nightshade turns her attention towards the door as she waits patiently for her guest to arrive. Aidon lounges at her feet, curled in a scaly black ball, his large form barely fitting beneath her chair.
Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter
To the one appointed to see this through
To the one appointed to see this through
