Maeve
Right, left, right, right, left, right, left, left, straight... Maeve follows the path before her, not really having much option than to do so before she finally comes to another fork. Again, there are no clear markers. Nothing to give it away. Just hedges and mist. Mist and hedges. Her hands brace on her hips for a moment and she leans down the straight away, considering following the path along a bit further. Except she hasn't had a chance to make another choice and she's not one to give that up so quickly. After a moment of further consideration, the Nightshade chooses left, following that direction hopefully deeper into the maze and towards the prize that awaits at the center.
Maeve goes left!
Maeve goes left!
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
