Maeve
She'd never strung a bow or fletched an arrow, but they had a bit of an understanding in this regard. Even if they differed greatly in other aspects. "Exactly." The Madame agrees softly, wincing as her stone disappears beneath the water and she kneels down to find another stone that was flat enough to skip across the water. The suggestion is taken and she tries again as the Wraith begins in on the heralds, her distaste clear as she speeps, coloring her words with bitterness.
The Madame arches a brow, eyes widening a fraction, "You aren't the only one I've heard say such things about Safrin. Frey... I have a bit more knowledge of them due to Phoebe, but I know nothing of Ludo. Have you met them then? When you were in the bubble?" She asks curiously, glancing over at the Wraith before she tries skipping her stone once more, three short skips before it disappears beneath the water once more.
The Madame arches a brow, eyes widening a fraction, "You aren't the only one I've heard say such things about Safrin. Frey... I have a bit more knowledge of them due to Phoebe, but I know nothing of Ludo. Have you met them then? When you were in the bubble?" She asks curiously, glancing over at the Wraith before she tries skipping her stone once more, three short skips before it disappears beneath the water once more.
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
