Maeve
He leaves her to flounder in silence, not giving her much of anything to work with as he sips his juice and lets her question hang. Maeve does her bests not to fidget, unsure of how to handle the nerves that are building in her belly, struggling to make any sort of connection with him. It vaguely occurs to her that he likely doesn't want to connect with her at all. Maeve doesn't try speaking again. Instead she gathers up the empty glass, taking it back over to the small table as he stands, keeping out of his way.
She watches silently as he begins to imbue the stone of the fountain with that same light, forcing his magic into the very foundations of it, bringing warmth to the marble. This goes on for some time again, a soft glow infusing the marble, spreading through the veins of the stone and branching out to encompass it all slowly but surely.
She watches silently as he begins to imbue the stone of the fountain with that same light, forcing his magic into the very foundations of it, bringing warmth to the marble. This goes on for some time again, a soft glow infusing the marble, spreading through the veins of the stone and branching out to encompass it all slowly but surely.
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
