Maeve
Being in a new city meant that there were plenty of places to explore. New experiences, people, foods, and drinks. The Madame was feeling the best she had in days. Her time in Stormbreak was truly proving to be good for her. Everyone had been right. There was something about healing outside of the rain. Maeve wanders down the streets that wind through the Silk Houses, not looking for anything in particular. Simply exploring what delights laid hidden inside each of these buildings.
Heels echo off of cobblestones, lights casting shadows and causing damp stones to sparkle as Maeve walks slowly. A light shawl covers bare shoulders, hair hanging in loose curls that fall just past her shoulders now, the dark maroon skirt of her dress swishing with her steps. Her eyes flit from building to building, alighting on a few denizens as she goes, none giving her more than a nod of acknowledgement.
Heels echo off of cobblestones, lights casting shadows and causing damp stones to sparkle as Maeve walks slowly. A light shawl covers bare shoulders, hair hanging in loose curls that fall just past her shoulders now, the dark maroon skirt of her dress swishing with her steps. Her eyes flit from building to building, alighting on a few denizens as she goes, none giving her more than a nod of acknowledgement.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
