Maeve
The maze closes behind her and Maeve swallows thickly at the sudden unease that threatens to overwhelm her senses. She draws in a shaky breath. Slow and unsteady. With an exhale, Maeve steps forward until she comes to the split, looking back and forth, considering for a moment which way to possibly go. As per usual, there is nothing that gives it away. No clear signs of which way is best to go. That would be too easy, wouldn't it? Of course it would be. That's a silly question, Maeve. You know how this goes.
The Nightshade draws her bottom lip between her lip, jade eyes flicking left and right before she finally turns towards the right, trusting her gut on this one. Not like it has pointed her wrong before, right? It absolutely has, but we aren't going to talk about that.
Maeve goes right!
The Nightshade draws her bottom lip between her lip, jade eyes flicking left and right before she finally turns towards the right, trusting her gut on this one. Not like it has pointed her wrong before, right? It absolutely has, but we aren't going to talk about that.
Maeve goes right!
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
