Maeve
Finding other people out in the Oerwoud isn't uncommon. It really shouldn't be a surprise that someone else might be traipsing through the greenery, but it catches both herself and Aidon off guard. Instantly the dragonling is sending a warning along their shared bond, urging Maeve to slow down just as she steps through the thickest of the underbrush, boots finding the edge of the water. Just as quickly as the warning comes its gone when he spots another dragon. Not having learned to take caution yet, he streaks towards, warbling out a greeting to the female perching on a branch above the water. He makes a show of swooping, spinning, and dancing through the sky as if to entice her to play.
Maeve's brows knit together, scanning along the shoreline for another individual and her eyes eventually fall on Wessex, bringing a hand up to her chest and letting out a breath of relief. She recognizes her from the trial. The woman having stood near her and Ronin. "I wasn't expecting anyone else out here. Guess I should know better than that." Maeve says with a soft laugh, offering the Wraith a smile that can be considered nothing but warm.
Maeve's brows knit together, scanning along the shoreline for another individual and her eyes eventually fall on Wessex, bringing a hand up to her chest and letting out a breath of relief. She recognizes her from the trial. The woman having stood near her and Ronin. "I wasn't expecting anyone else out here. Guess I should know better than that." Maeve says with a soft laugh, offering the Wraith a smile that can be considered nothing but warm.
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
