Maeve
There are things that one doesn't think about during a tragedy. Things that aren't missed until much later on when it hits you out of no where that it's missing in the first place. It has almost been a season and a half since she lost the Halenani and all of her possessions. Maeve has slowly been gathering things, building up her collection of herbs, books, and the like. One thing that she hasn't thought too much of is her shells. So many shells collected to line the shelves of her room, interspersed between plants, books, and pretty little trinkets from clients. Each one unique and special in her eyes.
Which is why she's here now, walking along the coast with a basket on her arm, a sunhat shielding her from the bright rays of the Longheat sun. Aidon coasts above her, scanning the sands and shore for any shinies for Maeve to collect, flashing images to her sporadically when he spots one. Her toes sink into heated sand, waves lapping at her feet to chase away the heat as she walks, stopping occasionally to crouch as she examines a shell. The breeze whips at her hair, sending curls every which way as she turns it over in her hands before finally depositing it into her basket.
Which is why she's here now, walking along the coast with a basket on her arm, a sunhat shielding her from the bright rays of the Longheat sun. Aidon coasts above her, scanning the sands and shore for any shinies for Maeve to collect, flashing images to her sporadically when he spots one. Her toes sink into heated sand, waves lapping at her feet to chase away the heat as she walks, stopping occasionally to crouch as she examines a shell. The breeze whips at her hair, sending curls every which way as she turns it over in her hands before finally depositing it into her basket.
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
