Maeve
Had the Madame known the thoughts of the other women, she might have asked her to consider the fact that Safrin was her mother and Maeve very much wasn't. There is a reason for everything, sweet Seren. Including why your stomach is in knots. Which, in case your wondering, is definitely not because of something you ate. Alas, Maeve doesn't know her thoughts and therefore cannot share this wonderful bit of information.
"Star. I like it." Maeve replied with a soft hum, looking over at the women as a playful smile settled on her lips, "This is the part where you ask what mine means." She teased, tossing her a quick wink as another quiet laugh pushed past her lips. This shouldn't be so much fun, but it is and Maeve is enjoying herself. Just for a little bit she can forget about the mess waiting for her back in Torchline. The state of the Halenani and everything else she has to deal with. Instead she can just be a pretty stranger in a twilit garden who happened to be flirting with Ronin's daughter. No big deal.
Maeve shrugged her slender shoulders, "C'est comme ça." The Madame replied smoothly in French, sure that the other woman likely wouldn't know what she was saying. Not that it really mattered. It sounded pretty anyway. "You are right about that. It is certainly beautiful. Not that I get along all that well with the sun. My skin is a bit too fair to really enjoy it." As for liking Stormbreak, the Madame had no qualms with it thus far. Not that she had seen too much of it.
"I like it well enough. I haven't gotten around to too many places yet. This is actually one of the first outings I've had besides to get new clothes. Have you been here long? In Stormbreak, that is."
"Star. I like it." Maeve replied with a soft hum, looking over at the women as a playful smile settled on her lips, "This is the part where you ask what mine means." She teased, tossing her a quick wink as another quiet laugh pushed past her lips. This shouldn't be so much fun, but it is and Maeve is enjoying herself. Just for a little bit she can forget about the mess waiting for her back in Torchline. The state of the Halenani and everything else she has to deal with. Instead she can just be a pretty stranger in a twilit garden who happened to be flirting with Ronin's daughter. No big deal.
Maeve shrugged her slender shoulders, "C'est comme ça." The Madame replied smoothly in French, sure that the other woman likely wouldn't know what she was saying. Not that it really mattered. It sounded pretty anyway. "You are right about that. It is certainly beautiful. Not that I get along all that well with the sun. My skin is a bit too fair to really enjoy it." As for liking Stormbreak, the Madame had no qualms with it thus far. Not that she had seen too much of it.
"I like it well enough. I haven't gotten around to too many places yet. This is actually one of the first outings I've had besides to get new clothes. Have you been here long? In Stormbreak, that is."
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
