Maeve
It was easy to see how one might consider speed a limitation to the use of her whip, but the Nightshade knew better. Her whip wasn't just a weapon, but a tool. She'd used it to swing from branches, to bind things she's fought against, and send them to their knees in bouts of fire and flame. However, should she have the ability to be off the ground her options would be endless. Flight and speed go hand in hand. A piece of armor that gave her wings? That was an idea she's been turning over for some time now.
"Wings. I don't want to Attune. Not because having myself bound to you is something I'd turn down, but because I don't think it the most fitting for myself currently. However, if I could get off the ground that would give me even more of a chance." She begins, adjusting Edmund in her arms as he lays his head on her shoulder, letting out a heavy breath that signals he'd soon be falling asleep. "Not just at staying out of reach, but more angles to strike from and the ability to get across a distance to aid if necessary."
"Wings. I don't want to Attune. Not because having myself bound to you is something I'd turn down, but because I don't think it the most fitting for myself currently. However, if I could get off the ground that would give me even more of a chance." She begins, adjusting Edmund in her arms as he lays his head on her shoulder, letting out a heavy breath that signals he'd soon be falling asleep. "Not just at staying out of reach, but more angles to strike from and the ability to get across a distance to aid if necessary."
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
