Maeve
While they'd been able to fly from Torchline, they didn't have such a luxury this time around, instead having to make their way back on foot. It would be a good days worth of travel, but there was surely plenty for their to discuss to fill the time. Maeve is quiet at first, unsure of where to even begin after the last time they saw each other. A night she's done her best not to think about if only because she's trying not to remember what drove her there to begin with.
Finally, she breaks the silence just as they reach the first end of the bridge, unease settling in her belly. "So are the rumors about this place really true? If you look down you'll be tempting an early demise?" Maeve asks, not daring to step forward yet, pursing her lips as she examines the bridge, clearly not trusting its integrity.
Finally, she breaks the silence just as they reach the first end of the bridge, unease settling in her belly. "So are the rumors about this place really true? If you look down you'll be tempting an early demise?" Maeve asks, not daring to step forward yet, pursing her lips as she examines the bridge, clearly not trusting its integrity.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
