Maeve
Finding things on the beach happens often. Maeve had a whole collection of odds and ends that she'd picked up during her evening walks. However finding an incredibly large chest with no apparent wear and tear from the elements wasn't a common occurrence. Maeve approaches slowly, brows knitting together as she looks around for any sign of who might have left it there. No drag marks remain in the sand and not a single set of footprints walk towards or away from it, making it seem as if it just appeared out of no where. She walks a slow circle around it, inspecting it with a hint of caution.
Maeve inspects the chest without touching it.
Maeve inspects the chest without touching it.
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
