Maeve
It was early and very few people made trips out to Maeve. Even fewer this early in the morning. The pattern was easily recognizable and she doesn’t hesitate to open the door to Noah. Her expression was soft, a gentle smile curling on wine stained lips, the color standing out naturally against her pale skin. ”Noah..” She murmured in a gentle greeting, refusing the invisibility cloak for the time being. It was still too early for anyone to be on the streets.
Allowing him to lead her through the lanes of the Grounds, Maeve stepped into the temple, relaxing to find it empty. Her eyes scanned over the interior, taking a small step away from him to run her fingers along the stone, eyes closing for a moment. ”It feels warm in here… an energy in the air.” Similar and familiar, wrapping around her like a blanket, warming her to the very marrow of her bones. It was almost like being in front of Safrin. It was the closest she had felt to the herald in some time.
Allowing him to lead her through the lanes of the Grounds, Maeve stepped into the temple, relaxing to find it empty. Her eyes scanned over the interior, taking a small step away from him to run her fingers along the stone, eyes closing for a moment. ”It feels warm in here… an energy in the air.” Similar and familiar, wrapping around her like a blanket, warming her to the very marrow of her bones. It was almost like being in front of Safrin. It was the closest she had felt to the herald in some time.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
