Maeve
Aidon has plenty of growing left to do, but if his size is anything to go by now, he'll be rather large once he finishes. The comment from the Wraith earns her a soft laugh and Maeve nods easily in agreement, "Isn't that the truth? I wouldn't trade it for anything, though." She sighs softly, smiling as she feels the happiness buzzing along their shared bond, letting it warm her chest.
"Oh, these are really just for personal use. Sometimes my girls get a little under the weather and I just like to have them on hand." She shrugs her shoulders, allowing Wessex to pick through her basket where she will find a number of different herbs. Some dried and some fresh. A small pot filled with what looks like clay, another with ash, and a few bunches of lavender. This wasn't the Madame's only stop today. "I run and manage the Halenani. I'm the new Madame there." Maeve waits for her brow to arch or lips to twitch, ready to catch the surprise or judgement in her expression, knowing it's likely to come. It always does.
The question has Maeve pausing for a moment, trepidation suddenly stirring in her belly, "I'm not sure. One of my girls asked for help making a perfume. It isn't for myself..." She replies smoothly, hesitant to give it away that she is a follower of Safrin herself. "I haven't really made a choice of who to follow... Everyone always seems to have something bad to say about them. What are your thoughts on it all?" Maeve asks curiously, drawing closer to the Wraith and selecting a stone of her own.
"Oh, these are really just for personal use. Sometimes my girls get a little under the weather and I just like to have them on hand." She shrugs her shoulders, allowing Wessex to pick through her basket where she will find a number of different herbs. Some dried and some fresh. A small pot filled with what looks like clay, another with ash, and a few bunches of lavender. This wasn't the Madame's only stop today. "I run and manage the Halenani. I'm the new Madame there." Maeve waits for her brow to arch or lips to twitch, ready to catch the surprise or judgement in her expression, knowing it's likely to come. It always does.
The question has Maeve pausing for a moment, trepidation suddenly stirring in her belly, "I'm not sure. One of my girls asked for help making a perfume. It isn't for myself..." She replies smoothly, hesitant to give it away that she is a follower of Safrin herself. "I haven't really made a choice of who to follow... Everyone always seems to have something bad to say about them. What are your thoughts on it all?" Maeve asks curiously, drawing closer to the Wraith and selecting a stone of her own.
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
