Maeve
Everyone did need friends. How could you make it through life without them? No, they were necessary. If you were going to survive in a place like this and make it through the things they were faced with. Maeve nods, smiling as she holds him close, pressing another kiss to his temple. "They are all friends. Some are just better friends than others. The opposites can only be around each other sometimes." She hums, sending a silent command to Aidon to stop and the stones instantly began to cool, some of them looking almost glassy now.
"You know about the Old Gods, right, Starlight? Well, there is another god. A new one. She's called the Voice and she used to be an Acquired, but she thought she could be stronger than them. She decided to turn against them." Maeve begins, drawing in a deep breath as she gathers Edmund into her arms, settling back on a large stone to sit for a moment. "Now the Old Gods don't trust the Abandoned, worried that they'll try to be like the Voice, but there are some who have gained their favor. They just aren't quick to trust them anymore."
She brushes back his curls, smiling softly at her son, a sad glint in her eyes. "But you don't need to worry about that. Safrin already loves you and I know she'll always love you. She loves you so much that she promised me she would keep you safe. Isn't that special?" Maeve hasn't told him of the war or the Ascended or what this might mean for them later. She's the Queen of Torchline and there would be no escaping this conflict, but she'll do what she can to spare him.
"You know about the Old Gods, right, Starlight? Well, there is another god. A new one. She's called the Voice and she used to be an Acquired, but she thought she could be stronger than them. She decided to turn against them." Maeve begins, drawing in a deep breath as she gathers Edmund into her arms, settling back on a large stone to sit for a moment. "Now the Old Gods don't trust the Abandoned, worried that they'll try to be like the Voice, but there are some who have gained their favor. They just aren't quick to trust them anymore."
She brushes back his curls, smiling softly at her son, a sad glint in her eyes. "But you don't need to worry about that. Safrin already loves you and I know she'll always love you. She loves you so much that she promised me she would keep you safe. Isn't that special?" Maeve hasn't told him of the war or the Ascended or what this might mean for them later. She's the Queen of Torchline and there would be no escaping this conflict, but she'll do what she can to spare him.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
