Maeve
There were certain things that you got used to while living in Torchline. Random tables and markets were one of them. One hour an alley could be empty and the next it could be teeming with people selling their wares. It just happened. So to have one pop up at night wasn't exactly odd. What was odd was the way it was hard to ignore it. Maeve doesn't even feel her feet carrying her into the already bustling crowds until she's suddenly there. Her brows draw together and there is a moment of confusion as she comes to. Strange. Ah well, she was planning to do some shopping anyway.
Before her is a table covered with a sheet and instinctively her hand raises as if to touch one of the lumps, but she stops herself short. Instead her eyes shift around nervously in search of the merchant who is surely managing The Table.
Before her is a table covered with a sheet and instinctively her hand raises as if to touch one of the lumps, but she stops herself short. Instead her eyes shift around nervously in search of the merchant who is surely managing The Table.
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
