Maeve
When she had agreed to meet with Ronin for tea and a little chat, the Nightshade hadn't thought it would be out here, hovering over a place she's only ever been once. Her nerves are already frayed, threatening to give her away as she sits stock still on his nimbus, forcing a smile as they come to a stop above the water. With a bit of trepidation, Maeve dares a glance over the edge, stomach dropping at the sight of nothing but black beneath them. She's not a very good swimmer and while Maeve thinks that Ronin wouldn't actively put her in harms way, she's good enough at reading people to know something is off, but given the knowledge she has about what Sunjata did recently... Well, it all just makes sense.
"It's a bit unconventional, but when have we ever been normal?" It's an attempt at a joke, willing herself to relax as she lets out a breath, urging some of the steel in her spine to ease. A hum pushes past her lips, jade eyes cutting over to Safrin's Star, "There is something about it. Even I feel its call at times." There is a comfort that manages to mix with the unknown and Maeve finds herself drawn down to the coast more often than not.
A nod is offered to his question, the Queen shifting to poke through the basket, pulling out the honey cake she made sure he packed before they left. "That sounds lovely." Tea is made and poured, cake cut, and fruit served. Soon there is nothing left to do but talk. "Shall we get to it or are we meant to sit in strained silence for a while longer?" Maeve drawls, glancing at him over the top of her teacup, taking a sow sip.
"It's a bit unconventional, but when have we ever been normal?" It's an attempt at a joke, willing herself to relax as she lets out a breath, urging some of the steel in her spine to ease. A hum pushes past her lips, jade eyes cutting over to Safrin's Star, "There is something about it. Even I feel its call at times." There is a comfort that manages to mix with the unknown and Maeve finds herself drawn down to the coast more often than not.
A nod is offered to his question, the Queen shifting to poke through the basket, pulling out the honey cake she made sure he packed before they left. "That sounds lovely." Tea is made and poured, cake cut, and fruit served. Soon there is nothing left to do but talk. "Shall we get to it or are we meant to sit in strained silence for a while longer?" Maeve drawls, glancing at him over the top of her teacup, taking a sow sip.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
