Maeve
Maeve giggles at Sugar's blatant disapproval of Ronin daring to show any other dragon attention, watching as she hurried up to perch on Safrin's statue instead, turning her attention back to Ronin. Her own bonded deciding to bound off to play in the one section of the garden that didn't house the nightshade blooms Maeve was named for. "You can lounge about if you wish. Just don't touch the flowers." She hums, standing to collect the tools that she got just for this occasion, setting them on the edge of the fountain.
"I got a box from the smith. They said that it should be able to handle it." Maeve opens the box for him, stepping aside so that he can actually pop out his wings. "Can you handle them without burning yourself? I have tongs." She offers helpfully, holding up the set of tongs, grinning as she offers them out to him just in case.
"I got a box from the smith. They said that it should be able to handle it." Maeve opens the box for him, stepping aside so that he can actually pop out his wings. "Can you handle them without burning yourself? I have tongs." She offers helpfully, holding up the set of tongs, grinning as she offers them out to him just in case.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
