Safrin
Though Maeve might have her misgivings about the Captain's abilities not to ruin this interaction, Safrin would say it's going rather well. A mirror to view herself and her stars and her newest supplicant instantly on his knees? She'd certainly had worse.
"Oh? Is that what this is?" She asks Maeve as if doubtful that the crumpled man before her is an iMportAnT member of the council; smirking slightly she reaches down a hand to curl it into Jack's hair. Her nails scrape against his skull in complex patterns as she chuckles, including pictures of grand ships with sails full of wind in the lightning flashes of her thoughts. "Is this the one you promised a ship to? Without speaking to me first?" She wonders casually, her enigmatic stare focused on the top of Jack's head.
"Oh? Is that what this is?" She asks Maeve as if doubtful that the crumpled man before her is an iMportAnT member of the council; smirking slightly she reaches down a hand to curl it into Jack's hair. Her nails scrape against his skull in complex patterns as she chuckles, including pictures of grand ships with sails full of wind in the lightning flashes of her thoughts. "Is this the one you promised a ship to? Without speaking to me first?" She wonders casually, her enigmatic stare focused on the top of Jack's head.
