Maeve
Her smile grows at the sight of her goddess, that ever present awe she has for her swirling in her jade irises, watching in delight as Safrin brushes her fingers across the petals. The white flower comes to life for the herald, a shimmer dancing across its petals and Maeve takes a breath. Slowly she lowers herself to sit at the foot of the stairs at Safrin's feet, hands in her lap, "I was thinking something with fire." If she was to face Ascended potentially with the upcoming war, it only made sense to wield something that would deter them.
"I have a bow and that's served me well, but perhaps something I can use should I be made to be closer? I haven't ever favored daggers or swords. Maybe a whip? Unassuming but it has a bite." If one knew how to use something like that they could cause some serious damage.
"I have a bow and that's served me well, but perhaps something I can use should I be made to be closer? I haven't ever favored daggers or swords. Maybe a whip? Unassuming but it has a bite." If one knew how to use something like that they could cause some serious damage.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
