Maeve
It's a tug behind her belly button. That familiar urge to leave the shores of Torchline behind and venture out into the Wild's in search of the thing that is calling to her. She isn't expecting to find herself outside of the Queen's Gambit. Nor is she expecting to find it open. Yet there it is. She doesn't see her son. Had she the Queen might have given him what for right then for wandering off in the first place. For getting himself grown again.
Instead, she's enraptured by the invitation that surely will lead to danger and she whistles for Aidon to scout ahead of her as she adjusts her weapons, pressing into the entrance of the maze, intent on reaching the middle.
Instead, she's enraptured by the invitation that surely will lead to danger and she whistles for Aidon to scout ahead of her as she adjusts her weapons, pressing into the entrance of the maze, intent on reaching the middle.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
