Maeve
Of course there isn't any hiding from him. They don't share an Attuned bond. They aren't connected like that, but they don't need to be. They've seen each other fall apart to know the tells at this point. The way her fingers tighten in the skirt of her dress a dead give away for the anxiety that tightens suddenly in her chest, making it hard to breathe even as she tries in vain to push trough, waiting for the next part. Of course, it isn't all that bad. He mentions his little adventure with her son and the fact that he was keeping an eye on him. Keeping him safe. A breath pushes past her lips and a smile twitches at the corners, settling their despite herself as she lets her mind fill with thoughts of her son. "I appreciate it. I worry when he goes off by himself."
Edmund didn't typically get up to trouble. At least not the kind of trouble that Locke did. No, he was more of the curious and playfully mischievous type. Though he often wanted to do what was best, longing to please his mother more than anything, but Maeve loved all of him. Even the side that was bound to get him in trouble.
"No, it isn't. Though I do wish he'd at least take Aidon with him when he sneaks off. I suppose he thinks I'll say no if he has to ask." She sighs, trying to loosen her fingers in her skirt, forcing herself to relax into the cushions of the couch. There is an unmistakable tightness to her shoulders and a slight pinch between her brows as he presses on. What he says next gives her pause, jade eyes blinking a few times as dark brows knit together, instantly snapping her gaze to his. "Oh."
It's all she manages at first. A quiet little thing that's barely heard above the crackling of the fire. "I- I had my suspicions. He asked about them early on... He had concerns." About how the gods felt about them. What it meant to be one. Maeve draws in a shaky breath, "I'd been careful about it... After Seren spoke to me about what happened to mothers who were found to be pregnant with an Abandoned... About what happened to the children... Well, I've been wary to risk taking him there."
Edmund didn't typically get up to trouble. At least not the kind of trouble that Locke did. No, he was more of the curious and playfully mischievous type. Though he often wanted to do what was best, longing to please his mother more than anything, but Maeve loved all of him. Even the side that was bound to get him in trouble.
"No, it isn't. Though I do wish he'd at least take Aidon with him when he sneaks off. I suppose he thinks I'll say no if he has to ask." She sighs, trying to loosen her fingers in her skirt, forcing herself to relax into the cushions of the couch. There is an unmistakable tightness to her shoulders and a slight pinch between her brows as he presses on. What he says next gives her pause, jade eyes blinking a few times as dark brows knit together, instantly snapping her gaze to his. "Oh."
It's all she manages at first. A quiet little thing that's barely heard above the crackling of the fire. "I- I had my suspicions. He asked about them early on... He had concerns." About how the gods felt about them. What it meant to be one. Maeve draws in a shaky breath, "I'd been careful about it... After Seren spoke to me about what happened to mothers who were found to be pregnant with an Abandoned... About what happened to the children... Well, I've been wary to risk taking him there."
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
