Maeve
Maeve laughs softly, happy to see that her joke was well enough received even if he did roll his eyes at her, "I'm sure we will." She hums, walking forward with him, eyes flicking up to scout ahead of them. "About how far do we have to go, do you think?" The question is still quiet between them as if she's concerned with disturbing the Wilds around them, steps barely making a sound as they moved.
She hates to admit it, but she's rather tired. Even though she isn't heavily pregnant, her body is still supporting a new life and herself, using way more energy than she is use to. Her steps are still slow, a slight slump to her shoulders, face a little more pale than usual. Hopefully they don't have too much further to go.
She hates to admit it, but she's rather tired. Even though she isn't heavily pregnant, her body is still supporting a new life and herself, using way more energy than she is use to. Her steps are still slow, a slight slump to her shoulders, face a little more pale than usual. Hopefully they don't have too much further to go.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
