Maeve
Trying to figure out the best way to trap a Hel was proving rather difficult. They were deceptively fast and agile. One step towards them and they would scatter. Aidon couldn't pin one down without potentially hurting it and a blunted arrow would surely kill it. Her whip wasn't an option either unless she wanted roasted Hel for dinner. The Nightshade let out a colorful stream of curses as she attempted another grab at a Hel that wandered too close, missing it by an inch and losing any chance of seizing it as it flew away, taking to the overcast sky.
With a heavy sigh, the queen straightened up, sitting in the sand with her arms around her knees as she caught her breath. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. She just had to be smart about it. That's all.
With a heavy sigh, the queen straightened up, sitting in the sand with her arms around her knees as she caught her breath. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. She just had to be smart about it. That's all.
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
