[DROP] through the mist, through the woods

Maeve

Choices, choices, choices. The lights came from the branches, highlighting a path for some, but Maeve couldn't bring herself to trust it. The option seeming almost too safe. Her brows knit together, considering the different options, glancing towards Locke to see if he had any opinion on which path to pick. Part of her is inclined to head towards the stones and roots, but the path of branches pricks her interest instead. Maeve adjusts her quiver on her shoulder, removing her bow from her back as she takes a tentative step forward, following after Melita towards that instead.

Her steps are light, balance second nature as she practically dances across the branches, moving down the path easily after the honeybee. She glances back after Locke to see if he plans to follow.

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Maeve takes the path of branches!

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth