MAEVE
Until Longheat. That was definitely some time to not see her, but she must let her go. It's not as if she's really hers to hold onto. Maeve hums softly, "It must be exciting. To travel like that." She murmurs, pressing another kiss to Aurelia's bare skin as she tangles her legs with the smuggler's, molding herself against her side. A soft laugh escapes her at the name, "That is an odd name." She agrees easily, lips quirking into a small smile before she falls silent again, listening to everything she has to say with interest. Indeed, she does perk up at the mention of the fortune, sitting herself up slightly so she can gaze down at her as she speaks. Her eyes watch her lips form the words and she takes all of them in. "That really is definitely something." Maeve hums softly, but then her brows raise at the mention of Safrin.
She knows that Aurelia is Abandoned. That she isn't favored by the gods. Maeve licks her lips, head cocking to the side curiously, "You went to see Safrin? And she talked to you? What did she say?" She asks softly, curiosity coloring her words.
A pretty face
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
