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Maeve

"I think he's had some other things to distract him." Maeve mused, knowing of his newly acquired shift and visit to Frey, but not daring to ruin the surprise. Locke would be rather upset if he didn't get to show the starchild himself just what he could do now. Following her queue, Maeve grabbed another tart of her own, eyeing the blue pastry cream curiously before taking a bite. It wasn't a familiar flavor, but that by no means meant it was a bad one and she hummed at the taste, licking her lips to catch a few stray crumbs. She was mid swallow when Seren made her jest, making her cough, brows knitting together.

It was a moment longer before the Madame could manage to speak, "Practicing? Gods no. At least, not for any plans in the near future." A child would only complicate things right now. Not just the war, but the newness of their relationship. Not that Locke wouldn't make a good dad. Even as she glanced over her shoulder to watch him with Paige now it was clear that he had that part under control, but now wasn't the time for it. "Aidon would take offence to that. He is perfectly behaved. Apparently, he knows how to play hopscotch. Odd little thing." Maeve huffed with a soft laugh, thinking fondly of her bonded who had undoubtedly found Umbra by now should the dragon be here.

And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death