Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
It was unexpected, to say the least. She had thought she'd been discreet enough, but apparently not. Then again, maybe it was better, having the awkward introductions out of the way. Of course, she'd never admit she had been staring, and especially not why. She didn't consider herself prejudiced, even considering what was going on over in Germany these days, but she was certainly more wary than she might have been in the past.
Still, she couldn't imagine the strange host would call them all together if he hadn't first been very cautious with screening them... and really, it could have been much worse. The fellow in the bandages was not one she was looking forward to meeting by any stretch.
Looking up at the man she smiled faintly, a brow raised upright at the kiss on her knuckles. It was an old world gesture, but one that was appreciated in her book, at least.
"...I've had better nights, I've had worse... Name's Maeve."
Still, she couldn't imagine the strange host would call them all together if he hadn't first been very cautious with screening them... and really, it could have been much worse. The fellow in the bandages was not one she was looking forward to meeting by any stretch.
Looking up at the man she smiled faintly, a brow raised upright at the kiss on her knuckles. It was an old world gesture, but one that was appreciated in her book, at least.
"...I've had better nights, I've had worse... Name's Maeve."