scraps of inspiration

Maeve

Maeve gives one final look around, nudging a rock with her boot as if that will actually do anything. Who knows, maybe it would stir up an ancient being that's guarding the relic or something. She waits for a gust of wind or an angry bellow, but nothing comes. With a heavy sigh, the Nightshade turns to the Honeybee and Huntsman, "Let's go. I don't think it's here. Which should we do first, though? The Falling or the Silk Houses?" Maeve asks of her two companions, arching a dark brow as they turn back the way they came, intent on exiting the Celestine and leaving behind all the not relics.

If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier