Maeve
"That's how she feels to me. Almost like... a mother." This was the Madame's own experience, of course. It varied from each individual. She knew that the Star and the Flood didn't share her same sentiment, having a completely different kind of relationship with Safrin than she did. "She likes gifts. Even though she says she doesn't need them." Maeve informs her softly, offering that little bit of information, hoping that it would at least assist the Fae in her task.
It was only a matter of time before the Voice came up and Maeve draws in a breath, brows pinching together as she nods, bottom lip catching between her teeth nervously the way it does every time the Voice is mentioned. "I didn't know how dangerous she was before. Not until Safrin told me." The Madame admits, bending to scoop more silt and dirt into her hands, putting it into her pan to sort through.
It was only a matter of time before the Voice came up and Maeve draws in a breath, brows pinching together as she nods, bottom lip catching between her teeth nervously the way it does every time the Voice is mentioned. "I didn't know how dangerous she was before. Not until Safrin told me." The Madame admits, bending to scoop more silt and dirt into her hands, putting it into her pan to sort through.
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothin' scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
Nothin' scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
