Maeve
The little water show is appreciated, even if some of it does splash onto her feet, a few drops getting onto her pants. Maeve's brows lift towards her hairline, jade eyes tracking the movement of the water until it finally disappears once more, "Well, aren't you a fancy boy." She drawls, huffing out a soft laugh as she continues forward, leading him deeper into the night market. "I've decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself. Seeing as you almost got me killed." It's all in jest. The Nightshade having mostly forgotten about the encounter.
He mentions Locke and she purses her lips, eyes flicking up towards his, meeting steel with curiosity glinting in her eyes. "Oh? Locke didn't mention anything about your quest from Frey..." Not that Locke really mentioned much about his conversation with Sunjata in the first place. Maeve draws her bottom lip between her teeth, drifting away from him to pluck another item from a stall, placing it in her basket too. "What are you meant to do?" Given that it was Frey, Maeve has a few ideas, but she's not going to assume.
He mentions Locke and she purses her lips, eyes flicking up towards his, meeting steel with curiosity glinting in her eyes. "Oh? Locke didn't mention anything about your quest from Frey..." Not that Locke really mentioned much about his conversation with Sunjata in the first place. Maeve draws her bottom lip between her teeth, drifting away from him to pluck another item from a stall, placing it in her basket too. "What are you meant to do?" Given that it was Frey, Maeve has a few ideas, but she's not going to assume.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
