1. Maevyth

    Private Delivery With a Scowl!

    Maevyth’s steps slowed as they neared the Pink Pony, the bitter taste of her now lukewarm coffee settling in her mouth. She lifted the cup one last time and tipped the remainder down into the gutter, the cold rain washing away the last of the bitter dregs. She never enjoyed coming here. Or any...
  2. Maevyth

    Hub A Potion for Every Occasion

    "Well we can definitely get him something in a blue vial if that's what you wish, sir?" Maevyth looked beyond the stout men at her counter and watched the ambling figure of that singular dark man. "Let me go help this man real quick, and I will be right back with that rash tonic." She tapped the...
  3. Maevyth

    Private [M] Just a wee shopping trip

    Dark brows rose over a deadpan expression. “If by faith you mean the cocks of three dead men, then yes. I think you’ve well earned my faith. As gruesomely won as it was.” A beat passed, and she tilted her head, her sarcasm giving way to a more measured observation. "Hmmm. Mind you, this is...
  4. Maevyth

    Private [M] Just a wee shopping trip

    Maeve was silent for a moment longer than was polite as she searched his eyes with clinical study. Catlike, she thought. Like something that might purr as it watched a bird bleed. She considered the nature of his request. If he were trying to assassinate someone, doing it with poisoned daggers...
  5. Maevyth

    Private [M] Just a wee shopping trip

    "Laric." She echoed, extending the vowels in her mouth like she was tasting how that name fit the strange creature before her. His first name only, mind you. No surname, despite the cut and quality of his fine garb that told her whatever house he heralded from, there was the weight of coin to...
  6. Maevyth

    Private [M] Just a wee shopping trip

    One had to have a strong stomach if they were in the business of helping desperate women kill the abusive men in their lives. But poison was a hands-off art form. Yes, she trimmed the nightshade and cultivated the monkshood, and she distilled those brews with her own hands. But when those men...
  7. Maevyth

    Private [M] Just a wee shopping trip

    He rolled over her question, and she sucked indignantly at her teeth for the slight of it. The tapping began a new possessed rhythm. One groomed black brow raised over an incredulous stare. And this traveler was admitting to having trifled with the carefully laid plans of her network? Surely...
  8. Maevyth

    Private Delivery With a Scowl!

    Maeve curled a grin against the lip of her cup. "Mhm! Just the way I like it." But her quip was chased away by the meddling perceptive nature of her guard. Her eyes sliding away self-consciously, clearing her throat of the startled cough, suddenly thankful for the soft sheet of rain that...
  9. Maevyth

    Private [M] Just a wee shopping trip

    The only thing that betrayed her immediate shock and ire was the snapping end of her tail like some vexed beast. His initial praise now fell flat for the way she almost hissed at the man's audacious request of the operation she ran in secret, its existence so easily thrown into the open air...
  10. Maevyth

    Hub A Potion for Every Occasion

    Watching the whirlwind of an old man blitz around her shop with the eager spryness of a fellow half his age brought an unabashed grin to the Devahni shopkeeper's face. There seemed no need for Maeve to step in with her usual herbal guidance— the gnome seemed possessed of a very thorough and...
  11. Maevyth

    Private [M] Just a wee shopping trip

    Maevyth didn't exactly trust handsome men nor the guise of charm they tended to lay on with any one of their bright smiles. Her time in brothels had proved that well enough, and being an apothecary meant she was accustomed to how deadly pretty things could be. Which is why she felt so...
  12. Maevyth

    Prompt Love is Blind: Lost or Found

    Maevyth’s grin softened, just a touch, at the question. “More than interested,” she said, her voice slipping into that mellow rhythm she used when speaking of her craft. “I’m an apothecary, actually! My shop’s a district over, The Serpent’s Still. You might’ve heard of it if you’ve ever needed a...
  13. Maevyth

    Prompt Love is Blind: Lost or Found

    Her own name caught in her throat as she went to answer, distracted by the touch of cool fingers against her own as she grabbed her book back. There was a moment when she mourned the stain of her own fingers marring the clean visage of such a stately woman. Overwhelmed that she was by swathes of...
  14. Maevyth

    Prompt Love is Blind: Lost or Found

    The scent of old parchment, leather bindings, and faint traces of dust hung thick in the air, mingling with the subtle spice of ink and the lingering ghost of something herbal. Rain began drumming softly against the windows of The Bookwyrm, muffling the distant sounds of evening foot traffic...
  15. Maevyth

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Nodding gratefully at the bartender, Maeve took up her glass with relish, realizing suddenly how very tired the day had made her. "Noble? My, they've really got the cut of your gib now don't they." Maeve teased with a grin that she buried into the rim of her glass, less Xen see just how much...
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