Maeve
How were there so many of these damn things? Where did they all come from? She was starting to think that Ronin's prediction of a giant mother pumpkin somewhere out in the Wilds was totally plausible at this point. How else could there be so many of them? Maeve whacks another one off of her gate where it was trying to climb over and into the garden of the Halenani. It hisses and snaps, vines waving around wildly, undeterred by the Madame's efforts. "Get down you bloody bastard!" She huffs, hitting it with her broom and sending it rolling.
She wasn't going to use her bow. She wasn't interested in actually fighting, but the damn things were persistent. At this rate, it would take a small army to get rid of them or at least another set of hands to help her keep them away from the Halenani.
She wasn't going to use her bow. She wasn't interested in actually fighting, but the damn things were persistent. At this rate, it would take a small army to get rid of them or at least another set of hands to help her keep them away from the Halenani.
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
