Maeve
It was such an interesting thought. That maybe the water was scared. That it could be afraid of the fall and hitting the rocks below. Maeve knew a fall like that would be deadly to almost anyone. Was it possible this water was like the water that made up memory snow? Could Vi be making it cry as a gift to Mort? The Nightshade hadn't thought of it that way before, but her son made an interesting point. "Maybe it doesn't. Except if it didn't hit the rocks we wouldn't get such pretty rainbows." Maeve points out the few that are shimmering in the mist, faint, but the colors are still bright.
"That's a part of it, starlight. The water hitting the rocks and rushing over the edge." She stands up, urging him closer to the water, holding onto him as she reaches out with her hand to let some of the water close to the edge hit her palm. The force of it make her arm jerk a little and she's sure to hold tightly to him if he attempts it himself.
"That's a part of it, starlight. The water hitting the rocks and rushing over the edge." She stands up, urging him closer to the water, holding onto him as she reaches out with her hand to let some of the water close to the edge hit her palm. The force of it make her arm jerk a little and she's sure to hold tightly to him if he attempts it himself.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
