Maeve
Maeve doesn't get an answer. Her lips turn down into a frown, jade eyes still locked on the marble she placed before, waiting for it to do anything. It doesn't. Instead the old woman speaks, voice harshly cutting through the quiet of the room, causing her gaze to snap there instead, seeing the teeth pointed into needle sharp points. Dark brows knit together, hand tightening around her whip as she removes it from her belt, shaking her head. The woman yells and the spirits retort. Desperation clear in their voice. Gods, she wished that she could ask Safrin for guidance right now.
"We're supposed to help these spirits, right?" She looks towards Melita, hoping that she'd see something in the honeybee girl's eyes that helped her make a decision. All she finds is support and while the Queen isn't prone to violence, but she doesn't like being made a fool of. Instead of questioning the spirits, she turns to the old woman, "Why else would they be here if you didn't kill them? How else are they trapped?"
Maeve removes her whip from her belt and questions the old woman instead.
"We're supposed to help these spirits, right?" She looks towards Melita, hoping that she'd see something in the honeybee girl's eyes that helped her make a decision. All she finds is support and while the Queen isn't prone to violence, but she doesn't like being made a fool of. Instead of questioning the spirits, she turns to the old woman, "Why else would they be here if you didn't kill them? How else are they trapped?"
Maeve removes her whip from her belt and questions the old woman instead.
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
