Maeve
Her sweet, sweet boy with his big heart. Maeve hugs him closer, nuzzling against the top of his head, pressing kisses to his dark curls. "You're right, little star. Everyone deserves to be happy." Maeve murmurs, agreeing with her son on this wholeheartedly. Even if that meant acknowledging that there was a possibility that happiness wasn't with them.
She nods, drawing back enough to rub his back, balancing him on her lap, "Yes, at the regional quest. It won't be too long now, hopefully. I'm sure she'd be excited to see you again too." And she thinks that she's right. Safrin was a mother. The goddess of life. Why she wouldn't be happy to see her son again wasn't something Maeve could really fathom.
"You can call her Safrin. That's what I call her. If you want to be extra polite then perhaps lady Safrin." Maeve laughs softly at the thought of it, knowing that he would more than likely choose that route. "She's very kind and giving. She has given me so many gifts. She's given me protection for you. I don't think Safrin has ever denied me something I've asked for." Her fingers reach up to brush through his hair, eyes warm as she regards him, "As for gifts? Anything you think is special. Flowers, perfume, jewelry... As long as it has meaning behind it she'll love it."
She nods, drawing back enough to rub his back, balancing him on her lap, "Yes, at the regional quest. It won't be too long now, hopefully. I'm sure she'd be excited to see you again too." And she thinks that she's right. Safrin was a mother. The goddess of life. Why she wouldn't be happy to see her son again wasn't something Maeve could really fathom.
"You can call her Safrin. That's what I call her. If you want to be extra polite then perhaps lady Safrin." Maeve laughs softly at the thought of it, knowing that he would more than likely choose that route. "She's very kind and giving. She has given me so many gifts. She's given me protection for you. I don't think Safrin has ever denied me something I've asked for." Her fingers reach up to brush through his hair, eyes warm as she regards him, "As for gifts? Anything you think is special. Flowers, perfume, jewelry... As long as it has meaning behind it she'll love it."
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
