Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
Maeve puts the tooth into her bag, straightening up with a breath, looking over to him and nodding. "I'll take some of the claws and whatever teeth you don't want, but the rest can be split evenly." She has use for all of them, but she's willing. Maeve helps him with what she can. She's not the most well versed at skinning and gutting, but she follows whatever instruction he gives her. Between the two of them they manage to get it broken down into something more manageable.
She doesn't take as much as him, needing the meat way less than he does, having less people to feed, but what she does take is appreciated. "Thank you. I hope Deepfrost is kind to you." Maeve offers him with a soft smile and a dip of her head. With that, they go their separate ways, apologies made and meat gathered.
~FIN~
She doesn't take as much as him, needing the meat way less than he does, having less people to feed, but what she does take is appreciated. "Thank you. I hope Deepfrost is kind to you." Maeve offers him with a soft smile and a dip of her head. With that, they go their separate ways, apologies made and meat gathered.
~FIN~
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
