Maeve
Maeve listens closely to his tale as she makes him a small plate of crackers, cheese, fruit, and meat for him to nibble on. The path he describes is clearly the one to Frey's shrine, but there is no mention of the herald themselves. It seems that simply being near it triggered the event. Interesting. She purses her lips, brows knitting together for only a breath before she smiles down at him, passing him the plate and reaching up to smooth back his curls. "Well, my starlight, you used to be smaller too. This place is home to Frey's shrine and if I had to guess they made you grow." She explains, not expecting him to fully understand, but not bothering to keep things from him. There was no sense in that.
"And you're going to keep growing, but I imagine at a much slower pace now." The Nightshade chuckles, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead, "What do you remember, petite étoile? From when you were little?" Her curiosity getting the better of her. Clearly he remembered her, but what about Locke?
"And you're going to keep growing, but I imagine at a much slower pace now." The Nightshade chuckles, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead, "What do you remember, petite étoile? From when you were little?" Her curiosity getting the better of her. Clearly he remembered her, but what about Locke?
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
