Maeve
She wasn't expecting anyone out here. Not when the tide was going to come in soon and cover the path. Her steps slow, bare toes sinking into the sand as her eyes fall on the figure lingering in the entrance of the small cathedral. The light is scare out here and she doesn't place him at first. It isn't until he speaks that she realizes she's finally face to face with the governor. The one important man in Torchline that she hasn't officially met. A man that she thought she saw fall to his death. Maeve clears her throat, struggling to be heard over the music coming from the cathedral.
"Hope I'm not intruding.." She calls out, taking the last few steps forward until her feet find the cold, ocean smoothed steps. Maeve wraps her arms around her middle, drawing the loose sweater she's wearing more tightly around her thin frame. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be here," she admits as she steps into the cathedral with him. Maeve stays on the opposite side of him, not getting to close despite the tight quarters inside the structure.
"Hope I'm not intruding.." She calls out, taking the last few steps forward until her feet find the cold, ocean smoothed steps. Maeve wraps her arms around her middle, drawing the loose sweater she's wearing more tightly around her thin frame. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be here," she admits as she steps into the cathedral with him. Maeve stays on the opposite side of him, not getting to close despite the tight quarters inside the structure.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
