Maeve
The Gore Crows leave them be, fleeing before any more of them met the same grim fate and Maeve is left to catch her breath, trying to keep from getting sick. Her eyes are closed, breathing shaky for the span of a few moments, but they open as Locke approaches her. She's not expecting him to offer her water from his cupped hands. True, it might be odd to drink from his hands, but she doesn't push him away. The still warm spring water soothes her nausea and vague discomforting. Finally, she draws in a deep breath, turning to Melita and offering her a wane smile, "I'm okay. We can start heading back. We have what we need here."
They take their time finishing transferring the water to the casks, making sure they're sealed and ready for transport before Maeve climbs into the back of the cart, allowing herself to rest. They trade off leading or driving the cart, making the slow trek back to Torchline with the water from Frey's Breath, this part of the quest finally complete.
~FIN~
They take their time finishing transferring the water to the casks, making sure they're sealed and ready for transport before Maeve climbs into the back of the cart, allowing herself to rest. They trade off leading or driving the cart, making the slow trek back to Torchline with the water from Frey's Breath, this part of the quest finally complete.
~FIN~
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
