Her dark superior passed a bowl to her, which Maggie almost greedily snatched out of her friends' hands. "Good idea," she said, nodding her head in thanks. The wine was poured out of the broken, green bottle and into the aged bowl. Maggie lapped it up quickly, relishing in the fire that burned down her throat. After a long drink, she almost choked on the liquid as she pondered Eris' quesiton.
"Mateship?" The silver Confidant asked shakily; she hadn't expected that question at all. "Why, no...." They were just fooling around, right? She was practically still a kid, the thought hadn't crossed her mind at all. "Why?" It was a stupid question to ask, Maggie knew why; Mateship and family bonds were treasured in the Thistle Kingdom above pretty much everything else. And, after all, they did make a good team. They were both good at their job and were loyal subjects. Maggie imagined what that would be like, her mind in some far off land, far away from the present conversation.
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