Maeve
Maeve lifts her shoulders in a shrug, letting the old woman's words roll off of her, not caring what her opinion is on the matter one way or another. There were plenty of people who bring challenges. Who put them through their paces and break promises. Safrin didn't do that, though. She challenged her, but only so she would grow. She believed in her. She kept her promises. Maeve wouldn't ever doubt that. Not because of some woman in the tundra.
"Siren. One of my favorite constellations." The Nightshade murmurs, jade eyes tracing the cluster of stars, a faint smile on her lips. "There is also Hydra and Drago... Hydra isn't as bright here. Drago is. Perhaps because he's closer to home." She muses softly.
"Siren. One of my favorite constellations." The Nightshade murmurs, jade eyes tracing the cluster of stars, a faint smile on her lips. "There is also Hydra and Drago... Hydra isn't as bright here. Drago is. Perhaps because he's closer to home." She muses softly.
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
