Maeve
"I don't think it does either. I honestly don't know if she even paid any mind to the things I brought her last time. It happened so quickly. Although, I do believe she had one of the tarts. They were Blushberry." Maeve mused softly, head tilting to the side in consideration, causing a stray curl to slip from behind her ear. The fact that Seren thought her idea was a good one made her a bit more sure, reassured that Safrin would appreciate whatever it was she brought. "Her dresses are exquisite. I wish I had something like that to wear. Can you even imagine?" Seren likely had more of a chance at that than she did. Safrin was her mother and the goddess would likely let her play in her wardrobe if the starchild truly wished. The realization that she never had such an experience herself weighed on her for a brief moment, dimming her smile slightly, tugging on her heart.
How lucky Seren was to have a mother who loved her more than all the stars in the sky. She wasn't jealous. The Madame couldn't help wondering if her own mother had felt anything for her. Surely if she had she would have taken her with her, right? Shaking the thought away, Maeve turned her attention back to Seren, "I think she would like that. I can help you dry them properly and even extract some of the oils. Do you think she would like a perfume? I know how to make it."
How lucky Seren was to have a mother who loved her more than all the stars in the sky. She wasn't jealous. The Madame couldn't help wondering if her own mother had felt anything for her. Surely if she had she would have taken her with her, right? Shaking the thought away, Maeve turned her attention back to Seren, "I think she would like that. I can help you dry them properly and even extract some of the oils. Do you think she would like a perfume? I know how to make it."
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
