Maeve
Coming to Stormbreak was perhaps one of the best things she could have done for herself. Remi was right about healing out of the rain. Each day it gets a little easier to breathe. Her body aches less and her head grows a little more clear. The first few days she did little more than rest. Once she got her strength back, Maeve was more than happy to help around the home of her hosts. Mateo was an utter delight and watching the boy was more than enough of a distraction for her. They spent many an afternoon playing in the living room or coloring. Maeve told him all sorts of stories. They talked about plants and animals and how he helped his Da gather stones for Ludo. As much as a five year old can really talk, of course. She even taught him a few words of French. It was refreshing.
So today Maeve decided to actually get out of the house. She still hasn't let Locke know she's here, but she's going to. She just needs a bit more time to get herself sorted. To rest. It's not a conversation she's sure she's really ready to have. Not when she has a feeling it's not going to go the way she would like it to. Nothing to really be done for it now.
After doing a bit of shopping and finally getting herself some clothes that weren't blatantly stolen from Ronin and Remi, Maeve heads for the Celestine. It was one of the places Mateo told her about in between asking questions about her hair and the cuts on her hands. Maeve had to see for herself it really was a garden of stars. Maybe she could tell Safrin about it the next time she spoke to her. Surely the goddess would like to know that Maeve enjoyed one of her creations immensely.
The Madame meanders slowly through the gardens until she finds a patch of grass littered with flowers, stars dancing in the boughs of trees that hang overhead. She slips off the path, laying down in the soft grass and drawing a joint from a little metal case inside the packet of her dress. Carefully she lights it, bringing it to her lips as she allows her focus to get lost in the stars that seem to swirl and float above head, dancing aimlessly. Maeve blows out a slow stream of smoke, taking one of the deepest breaths she's managed in days.
So today Maeve decided to actually get out of the house. She still hasn't let Locke know she's here, but she's going to. She just needs a bit more time to get herself sorted. To rest. It's not a conversation she's sure she's really ready to have. Not when she has a feeling it's not going to go the way she would like it to. Nothing to really be done for it now.
After doing a bit of shopping and finally getting herself some clothes that weren't blatantly stolen from Ronin and Remi, Maeve heads for the Celestine. It was one of the places Mateo told her about in between asking questions about her hair and the cuts on her hands. Maeve had to see for herself it really was a garden of stars. Maybe she could tell Safrin about it the next time she spoke to her. Surely the goddess would like to know that Maeve enjoyed one of her creations immensely.
The Madame meanders slowly through the gardens until she finds a patch of grass littered with flowers, stars dancing in the boughs of trees that hang overhead. She slips off the path, laying down in the soft grass and drawing a joint from a little metal case inside the packet of her dress. Carefully she lights it, bringing it to her lips as she allows her focus to get lost in the stars that seem to swirl and float above head, dancing aimlessly. Maeve blows out a slow stream of smoke, taking one of the deepest breaths she's managed in days.
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
