My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve had to bite back her laugh as Seren sprawled out across the cushions, whining as she buried her face in a pillow, "You can't talk to banshees, Seren. They will attack and chase you until you can't run anymore." At least, that's what she heard. Maeve didn't know much about banshees. She was pretty sure that they simply existed. The same way many things in Caido did.
"So how did you manage to get all banged up?" The Nightshade arched a brow at her friend, slowly shifting around the table to sit behind her instead. With gentle fingers she began to brush through Seren's hair, untangling the wild strands so that she might braid it while they talked. Maeve separated a bit of hair at her temples, braiding it back intricately to form one side of a crown before doing the same with the other side and binding them together at the middle.
"So how did you manage to get all banged up?" The Nightshade arched a brow at her friend, slowly shifting around the table to sit behind her instead. With gentle fingers she began to brush through Seren's hair, untangling the wild strands so that she might braid it while they talked. Maeve separated a bit of hair at her temples, braiding it back intricately to form one side of a crown before doing the same with the other side and binding them together at the middle.
Maeve
