Maeve
Treeflits, while rather cute, were also incredibly mischievous. Maeve's jade eyes narrow as she scans the foliage, waiting for any sign of movement and grinning as the underbrush rustles, black eyes glinting from within. She waits with bated breath and they don't have to wait long. A lizard like creature about the length of her arm scurries from the bushes, a beetle in its mouth, darting this way and that towards the shiny stone a few paces ahead of them.
The little creature darts forward, dropping the beetle and snatching up the stone in return, but it doesn't flee. Not yet anyway. Maeve grins, drawing in a breath before singing a few soft notes, attempting to entice the Treeflit into singing a little more for them.
The little creature darts forward, dropping the beetle and snatching up the stone in return, but it doesn't flee. Not yet anyway. Maeve grins, drawing in a breath before singing a few soft notes, attempting to entice the Treeflit into singing a little more for them.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
