Maeve
Maeve's steps are slow and even, wading through the water that covers the sandbar, casting her eyes up towards the sky where Aidon flies above her. His wings shielding her from the sun that shines down, the bright rays sparkling off of the water's surface are almost blinding, but she averts her gaze just in time to see a flock of hels. Not uncommon for Torchline. The little bastards were everywhere. She frowns, narrowing her eyes against the sunlight, making out a figure just ahead of her. The hels seem to have spotted this stranger too.
They swoop down collectively, swarming the unsuspecting bystander in a flurry of feathers and high pitched calls, pecking and nipping at their clothing. Maeve picks up her pace, jogging through the water and letting out a sharp whistle, "Oi! Fuck off, you lot!"
They swoop down collectively, swarming the unsuspecting bystander in a flurry of feathers and high pitched calls, pecking and nipping at their clothing. Maeve picks up her pace, jogging through the water and letting out a sharp whistle, "Oi! Fuck off, you lot!"
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
