I don't trust nobody
With the end of Longnight and the arrival of Flowerbirth, the port was bustling. To outsiders it might seem like the Torchliners were simply carrying on the way that they always do. Moving and writhing under the sun while they worked and drank their cares away. That wasn't true. To those who knew and stopped long enough to look closely, they could tell that something was in the air. The impending promise of rain. Rain so fierce and strong it would wash them all away if they didn't prepare properly. Which is what Maeve was trying to do now.
Their delivery of boards for the windows was dropped off this morning and she's at a loss. Normally they have people to help put these up, but with all the commotion at the Governor's house they are a bit short handed. Maeve stands on the front porch of the Halenani, hands on her hips and lip between her teeth. A stack of boards to her left and a small collection of tools to her right. There was no way she could do this on her own and the other girls were all busy preparing things inside.
Their delivery of boards for the windows was dropped off this morning and she's at a loss. Normally they have people to help put these up, but with all the commotion at the Governor's house they are a bit short handed. Maeve stands on the front porch of the Halenani, hands on her hips and lip between her teeth. A stack of boards to her left and a small collection of tools to her right. There was no way she could do this on her own and the other girls were all busy preparing things inside.
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
