Maeve
The response draws another another laugh from Maeve, short and quick, but not lacking in amusement. "Yes, that drama." She huffs, a small smile playing on her lips as she picks her berries, placing them carefully in a small pouch that rests in her basket. Sparing a glance back at the Wraith. "Makes sense as to why I've seen you around then." Maeve hums easily, curiously watching her pick through a few stones, palming one and releasing one that apparently doesn't satisfy her criteria.
"They can be rather demanding when they want to be." A smile curls on her lips as she shifts her attention to her own companion, watching him give chase to Loki in a game of tag. Her eyes slip back to Wessex, holding up her basket which is already fairly full of various herbs, "Just doing some gathering. There are things out here I use for medicine and such. Nothing too uncommon, but plenty good for small ailments." Aching muscles, sunburn, sore throats, and the like.
She's also looking for flowers, hoping to find the perfect one to compliment the perfume she's creating for Safrin. "Plus an offering."
"They can be rather demanding when they want to be." A smile curls on her lips as she shifts her attention to her own companion, watching him give chase to Loki in a game of tag. Her eyes slip back to Wessex, holding up her basket which is already fairly full of various herbs, "Just doing some gathering. There are things out here I use for medicine and such. Nothing too uncommon, but plenty good for small ailments." Aching muscles, sunburn, sore throats, and the like.
She's also looking for flowers, hoping to find the perfect one to compliment the perfume she's creating for Safrin. "Plus an offering."
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
