"Wha?!?!" The fae screeched. Dirty mouth her ass! "Aint nothin' wrong wi' m' mouth." She grunted, though perhaps not loud enough for her company to hear. "Ain't never gotten any complaints on this mouth before sweetheart! I mean aside from you at least, so maybe one of us needs ta do some re-evaluating!" She smiled. Fighting with Celandine like this was one of her favorite activities, unlike running.
Maeve was running on pure adrenaline, perhaps that's why she hadn't noticed her friends little detour. While Celandine shifted right, the fae continued on straight. "Gods Celandine, yer really a freak for liking shit like this y' know that??" Running. Why. Running.