RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray chuckled slightly at Maeve's reaction. She hadn't expected the other woman to blush but it made her have to restrain a mischievous grin. The urge went away however, being replaced by a gentle smile as Maeve spoke more of her child. The herbalist took a sip of her tea, content to listen to her friend talk.
Maeve's request received a raised brow. "A piece of my hair?" It was certainly a strange component for a quest but if it was to protect Maeve's child? The herbalist had no reservations. "I'm willing to contribute in any way to keep the little one safe. Parting with a lock of hair is not an exception." This was an innocent child after all. An innocent child who belonged to Ray's friend. She would never hesitate to help.
Ray pulled a small dagger from her pocket and with a quick motion, cut a lock off. She wrapped it up in a napkin and placed it on the table before Maeve. "Is that enough or do you need more?"
Maeve's request received a raised brow. "A piece of my hair?" It was certainly a strange component for a quest but if it was to protect Maeve's child? The herbalist had no reservations. "I'm willing to contribute in any way to keep the little one safe. Parting with a lock of hair is not an exception." This was an innocent child after all. An innocent child who belonged to Ray's friend. She would never hesitate to help.
Ray pulled a small dagger from her pocket and with a quick motion, cut a lock off. She wrapped it up in a napkin and placed it on the table before Maeve. "Is that enough or do you need more?"
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
