"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Her habits have shifted again. Midnight walks and night time revelations fill her evenings, drawing her through the streets of Haulani and down to the shore, the only place that seemed to bring her peace anymore. Aidon, ever watchful and alert when his bonded is lost in her thoughts like this, bounded ahead of her. Claws digging into the sand, occasionally pouncing after a crab that braved exiting its hiding spot only to be met with a dragon, occasionally peering back over his shoulder with glowing orange eyes to ensure that Maeve was still alright.
The Madame hardly seemed to focus ahead of her, simply allowing her feet to carry her forward, one foot in front of the other. The breeze tugged at her dress and hair, the longer strands whipping in the wind, moonlight bathing her in a silverly glow. Awashed in the light, she looked almost ethereal, drifting along the shoreline like a lost spirit and in a way, she was.
The Madame hardly seemed to focus ahead of her, simply allowing her feet to carry her forward, one foot in front of the other. The breeze tugged at her dress and hair, the longer strands whipping in the wind, moonlight bathing her in a silverly glow. Awashed in the light, she looked almost ethereal, drifting along the shoreline like a lost spirit and in a way, she was.
Maeve
