Maeve
Maeve's smile was side, tears rimming her eyes as she looked up at the other woman, a soft appreciation on her beautifully sad features. "You're very kind to offer that. Thank you." She murmured, reaching up to wipe away at unshed tears, drawing in a centering breath as she squared her shoulders. "I'm sorry... I never did ask your name. I'm Maeve. I run and own the Halenani." With an extended hand, the Madame waited for the herbalist to provide her own name, wanting to know who to send a gift basket to as a 'thank you' for all of the help.
"I have plans to talk to my goddess. I'm hoping that she will be willing to help in some way. I won't let anything befall my child if I can prevent it." She knew there would be places to seek refuge if it came to it. Those that would be willing to help keep her and her baby safe. If anything she could find out where Ronin and Remi were going to hide Mateo. Surely the demi gods had already considered that need and would have made preparations.
"I have plans to talk to my goddess. I'm hoping that she will be willing to help in some way. I won't let anything befall my child if I can prevent it." She knew there would be places to seek refuge if it came to it. Those that would be willing to help keep her and her baby safe. If anything she could find out where Ronin and Remi were going to hide Mateo. Surely the demi gods had already considered that need and would have made preparations.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
