I don't trust nobody
LongNight. It was one of the few times during the year that Maeve bothered going to the water. While the denizens of Torchline were eager to crowd the beaches at all times of the year, Maeve found that the sun didn't agree with her. So she stuck to the shadows. Hiding from the sun's light and only venturing out when the moon bathed the shoreline in its silvery glow. That suited her just fine. There wasn't much need for her to seek the water. Tonight, however, she felt the siren song that urged her towards the waves.
Carefully she picks her way down to the Miana Pool. It was one of the few places that wasn't crowded with people. No, they stuck to the sandy beaches dotted with bonfires and torches, chasing away the darkness and quiet with the firelight and music that surrounded them. Her shawl is wrapped loosely around her shoulders, the linen shirt she's wearing hitting mid thigh to keep at the slight chill from the breeze. Linen pants and simple shoes protect her from the rest of the elements.
Maeve finally reaches the edge, settling on one of the rocks that's the least wet and removing a small bag from her shoulder. She stares out at the water, watching the waves lap at the edge of the rocks with a heavy sigh.
Delta
Carefully she picks her way down to the Miana Pool. It was one of the few places that wasn't crowded with people. No, they stuck to the sandy beaches dotted with bonfires and torches, chasing away the darkness and quiet with the firelight and music that surrounded them. Her shawl is wrapped loosely around her shoulders, the linen shirt she's wearing hitting mid thigh to keep at the slight chill from the breeze. Linen pants and simple shoes protect her from the rest of the elements.
Maeve finally reaches the edge, settling on one of the rocks that's the least wet and removing a small bag from her shoulder. She stares out at the water, watching the waves lap at the edge of the rocks with a heavy sigh.
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
