Maeve
No, she wasn't tied to the goddess in the same way as Sunjata was. She wasn't bound through a child or through gifts that allowed her to change her form at will. It wasn't the same, but Maeve felt it in her bones that she was well on her way to being tied to Safrin just as tightly. The goddess had plans for her. The Madame knew this in her gut. Whether or not the Flood was aware of such things wasn't for her to worry about. Maeve would do whatever it took to keep her child safe. If that meant promising them to Safrin and the stars above, then so be it.
Despite the way her thoughts are torn between the life forming in her belly and the task on hand, Maeve doesn't miss the way he studies her. He won't find any unease with this discussion even as they speak of Nate. While it isn't a secret that neither of them get on with one another, she wouldn't let that keep her from making sure those under her care were prepared. If she had to stomach an afternoon with the Ascended to ensure that then she would. If only because the comfort of those beneath her mattered more than her own discomfort for a day. "You have enough to deal with. I'll write to him and he can decided how he would like to proceed." Maeve finally says, meeting his steel gaze with the seaglass of her own, gauging his thoughts on the other proposed idea.
"Undoubtedly. I can mention that to him as well if he's open to it. I know that Seren was interested in learning more practical healing as well. Perhaps we could post a notice and go from there?" She suggests, reaching for the bottle of rum and topping off his glass before settling back against the arm of the couch, fingers idly running across her belly beneath the blanket.
Despite the way her thoughts are torn between the life forming in her belly and the task on hand, Maeve doesn't miss the way he studies her. He won't find any unease with this discussion even as they speak of Nate. While it isn't a secret that neither of them get on with one another, she wouldn't let that keep her from making sure those under her care were prepared. If she had to stomach an afternoon with the Ascended to ensure that then she would. If only because the comfort of those beneath her mattered more than her own discomfort for a day. "You have enough to deal with. I'll write to him and he can decided how he would like to proceed." Maeve finally says, meeting his steel gaze with the seaglass of her own, gauging his thoughts on the other proposed idea.
"Undoubtedly. I can mention that to him as well if he's open to it. I know that Seren was interested in learning more practical healing as well. Perhaps we could post a notice and go from there?" She suggests, reaching for the bottle of rum and topping off his glass before settling back against the arm of the couch, fingers idly running across her belly beneath the blanket.
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
