into the woods

Maeve

It wasn't that Maeve was just forgiving, but there was an understanding that this wasn't really anyone's fault. She could have not run. She could have stood her ground for a little longer and realized that it was just her friend. That wasn't what happened, of course. Maeve had panicked and bolted because the idea of fighting something was too much for her. She drew back from the embrace, grimacing at the small smear of blood that she left behind on her skin. "Bandages and some antiseptic salve. Red leather pouch just in the main part of the bag." Maeve told her, watching as she took the bag from her before the starchild was faltering.

It hadn't really clicked for her. That this little creature in her lap was now bonded to her soul. Maeve blinked, looking down at the dragon that was sitting curled in her lap, head swiveling back and forth between Maeve and Seren. "Is this how it happens?" Maeve asked, a quiet laugh suddenly bubbling up in her chest as she cocked her head to the side, the little dragon trilling and blowing a bit of smoke up at the Madame. The happiness that she felt blooming in her chest wasn't just hers and her smile grew.

Not to be left out, Umbra came crashing through the canopy, raining leaves and twigs down onto them before he was bounding over to them, warbling and trilling at the dragon in her lap. He lifted his head, no bigger than the tip of Umbra's snout, grunting out a greeting as he wiggled in the Madame's lap.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush