Maeve
Safrin appears with a wash of warmth that makes Maeve's stomach swoop as her cheeks flush at the almost teasing lilt to Safrin's voice. She offers a smile, dipping her head to the goddess, a nervous flutter of girlish laughter pushing past her lips. "No, Safrin. You didn't misunderstand. I would also think we were well past that, too." She pauses, glancing up at Safrin from beneath her lashes, considering her next words carefully. To bring up Sunjata would likely stir the ire the goddess held for the newly appointed Demigod, but Maeve was going to try and use that to her advantage. "But after Ronin came to speak to me about what Sunjata did... I wanted to reassure you that I wouldn't make the same mistakes he did."
Maeve explains, squaring her shoulders as she pushes on, not allowing herself to shy away. "But this isn't just about me. It's about Torchline too. You placed me in charge there and with the approaching war I didn't want our stance to be in question either. Torchline is yours."
Maeve explains, squaring her shoulders as she pushes on, not allowing herself to shy away. "But this isn't just about me. It's about Torchline too. You placed me in charge there and with the approaching war I didn't want our stance to be in question either. Torchline is yours."
Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter
To the one appointed to see this through
To the one appointed to see this through
