Maeve
The gate is opened and Melita storms ahead. A move that the Nightshade has come to expect from the Honeybee. With her own sure steps, she surges after her, ignoring the path that leads towards the water. She has a feeling that won't do them any good. Whistling for Aidon, her attention instead turns towards the mausoleums that line the path, each one adorned with a name of a different important figure. "Do we think that we should start with the clergy or dragoons? Members of the Order?" She poses the question, glancing towards her travel companion with an arched brow.
All they have to go on is a hunch at this point and Maeve isn't sure where to start. Not that she knew what to do in the first place. This was all new to her and all she could hope was that they were on the right track. If Safrin hadn't already told her she didn't know anything about it, the Nightshade might considered asking for help from the herald.
All they have to go on is a hunch at this point and Maeve isn't sure where to start. Not that she knew what to do in the first place. This was all new to her and all she could hope was that they were on the right track. If Safrin hadn't already told her she didn't know anything about it, the Nightshade might considered asking for help from the herald.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
