"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Shame brings heat to her cheeks, thoroughly scolded and picked apart by Safrin's words, eyes dropping to the floor in a rare form of submission. There are few who can cow Maeve into such a state, but the herald did so easily. "It was a lapse in judgement..." She whispers of dancing with Amun. Even if they were tentative friends, there was no place for that and Maeve knew as much, but it had simply been nice to forget for a moment. Remi and Sunjata were harder to explain away and she didn't attempt to. There was no point.
"He wants to hold a meeting in Torchline. To tell people about a place of neutrality he's creating with Frey. I know your stance on him and I will turn him away if you ask me to, but for what he's trying to make..." The lives that it could potentially save from the path of the war. That was worth letting him speak, wasn't it? Maeve finally lifts her eyes again as the rustling of Safrin's dress urges her to hold her gaze once more. "More than just children could be safe from this conflict."
Nodding her head, the Nightshade concedes to the new terms, "I'll reach out to both of them. Thank you, Safrin."
"He wants to hold a meeting in Torchline. To tell people about a place of neutrality he's creating with Frey. I know your stance on him and I will turn him away if you ask me to, but for what he's trying to make..." The lives that it could potentially save from the path of the war. That was worth letting him speak, wasn't it? Maeve finally lifts her eyes again as the rustling of Safrin's dress urges her to hold her gaze once more. "More than just children could be safe from this conflict."
Nodding her head, the Nightshade concedes to the new terms, "I'll reach out to both of them. Thank you, Safrin."
Maeve
