Maeve
Maeve stands to the side of him, hands clasped behind her back as she stifles a soft chuckle, "Safrin, if you'd be so kind to give us a moment of your time. We'd really appreciate it." She adds on to his own mutterings, a faint amusement coloring her tone, unable to help it with the way he seems almost nervous. Something she's not sure she's seen on the captain before.
The Nightshade stays quiet other than that first utterance, letting him do this himself for the most part, ready to jump in should he need her. She wants to get him his skyship. Truly. She does. The Nightshade has plans to make good on the things she offers. Otherwise what kind of leader would she be? Not a very good one.
The Nightshade stays quiet other than that first utterance, letting him do this himself for the most part, ready to jump in should he need her. She wants to get him his skyship. Truly. She does. The Nightshade has plans to make good on the things she offers. Otherwise what kind of leader would she be? Not a very good one.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
