Maeve
His voice, unmistakably colored by her accent, his blue grey eyes that had the same flecks as her own, and his pitch black curls that were reminiscent of his father's with her coloring. All of it pointed to him being her son. Even if it made very little sense for him to suddenly be so large. Her eyes drifted past his face and over his shoulder towards the shrine that rested on the road. Frey. That must be it. Maybe a spirit? She'd have to ask Phoebe.
"They do, don't they? How lovely. Thank you, petite étoile." Maeve took the offered stones from him, tucking them away into her own pocket before she straightened up, taking his hand to lead him back towards their picnic. "It's alright. You just worried me. Come sit. Tell me what happened." She instructed gently, taking a seat on the spread out blanket and patting the spot beside her before beginning to make him a small plate.
"They do, don't they? How lovely. Thank you, petite étoile." Maeve took the offered stones from him, tucking them away into her own pocket before she straightened up, taking his hand to lead him back towards their picnic. "It's alright. You just worried me. Come sit. Tell me what happened." She instructed gently, taking a seat on the spread out blanket and patting the spot beside her before beginning to make him a small plate.
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
