Maeve
It all starts with a letter requesting Milo meet her at the Court of Stars with a request for help in the regional quest, but also with the promise of some information from Aurelia too. Maeve has yet to meet Milo. Not in an official capacity. She knows of him from Aurelia and her time at the Halenani. He used to spend many a night in their company, but never before had they had the pleasure of meeting. A part of her is nervous. An anxious fluttering in her chest keeps her from sitting still, instead making her pace back and forth in front of the fountain, the sound of the waves seeming to keep tempo with her steps.
It's a simple task. Not one that she thinks they can even mess up. This isn't the part that has her worried. No, it's the fact that it's Milo. That he's attached to Aurelia. That Aurelia has asked her to give him a message. Something she's willing to do, but feels wrong coming from her when she has her own feelings that she's harboring for the queen.
It doesn't matter either way. Aurelia asked her to do this and she's going to do it. All of it. So for now she waits, sunlight dappling through the stained glass ceiling, casting down a myriad of colors upon her as she paces.
It's a simple task. Not one that she thinks they can even mess up. This isn't the part that has her worried. No, it's the fact that it's Milo. That he's attached to Aurelia. That Aurelia has asked her to give him a message. Something she's willing to do, but feels wrong coming from her when she has her own feelings that she's harboring for the queen.
It doesn't matter either way. Aurelia asked her to do this and she's going to do it. All of it. So for now she waits, sunlight dappling through the stained glass ceiling, casting down a myriad of colors upon her as she paces.
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
