Maeve
"No, but looks like you fucking needed it!" The Nightshade snaps back, annoyance flaring through her veins, but she does her best to temper it. Especially after he reveals the reason for his own ire. Not that it really excuses his attitude. It doesn't seem to be much of a problem as the last of the Hels scatter, seemingly uninterested in losing anymore of their flock to their antics, giving them a few final caws of irritation before they disappear down the beach to antagonize someone else.
Maeve gives her whip another crack, extinguishing the length of the weapon so she might coil it back up once more, securing it to her hip once more. "I have more control over than this than you might think." She huffs, refraining from rolling her eyes, calling Aidon back down to her with a whistle. The dragon's eyes cut towards the Ascended, pupils narrowing into slits as smoke continues to roll from his nostrils.
Maeve gives her whip another crack, extinguishing the length of the weapon so she might coil it back up once more, securing it to her hip once more. "I have more control over than this than you might think." She huffs, refraining from rolling her eyes, calling Aidon back down to her with a whistle. The dragon's eyes cut towards the Ascended, pupils narrowing into slits as smoke continues to roll from his nostrils.
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
