Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
Maeve laughs softly at her son, reaching to brush a few crumbs from his cheek, "Mhmmm. You've been there before, little star. When you were a baby." She reminds him, knowing he likely doesn't remember, but that's okay. He'd go there again soon enough. Be it with her or someone else. The Nightshade knows he's trying to be careful in this shrine, watching him eat with an amazing amount of poise for a child, even with the crumbs he can't help.
The question makes her pause, brows lifting slightly as she turns her attention back to her son, "It's not too difficult. You simply have to ask." Not just ask, but commit themselves entirely to their herald. Maeve sets her own cake down, turning to face him a bit more fully, giving him her full attention. "But that doesn't mean they'll just do it. Some might ask that you prove yourself to them by completing a quest or something else."
The question makes her pause, brows lifting slightly as she turns her attention back to her son, "It's not too difficult. You simply have to ask." Not just ask, but commit themselves entirely to their herald. Maeve sets her own cake down, turning to face him a bit more fully, giving him her full attention. "But that doesn't mean they'll just do it. Some might ask that you prove yourself to them by completing a quest or something else."
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
