Maeve
"It is odd for this time of year." Maeve agrees softly, lips pursing in thought for a moment as they take a seat and Maeve prepares them their tea. "We're not sure what's causing it, but I have plans to ask Safrin. Hopefully it's nothing to be concerned about." The Nightshade didn't want to add something else to the already overflowing plate that she's currently balancing.
Only after the general has been served does Maeve pull out the bow Remi made for her originally. It's a delicate looking thing. A recurve bow made out of Ash wood, stained with a rich gray, vines carved into the wood and spiraling around the weapon. There are dark feathers hanging from the end, Manticore feathers stained with ash, catching the slight breeze. "I want it to look like this, but I want Safrin's constellations carved into the bow, too." Maeve explains, passing him the bow so he might examine it. "I'm right handed, but left eye dominant."
Only after the general has been served does Maeve pull out the bow Remi made for her originally. It's a delicate looking thing. A recurve bow made out of Ash wood, stained with a rich gray, vines carved into the wood and spiraling around the weapon. There are dark feathers hanging from the end, Manticore feathers stained with ash, catching the slight breeze. "I want it to look like this, but I want Safrin's constellations carved into the bow, too." Maeve explains, passing him the bow so he might examine it. "I'm right handed, but left eye dominant."
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
