Maeve
Except she isn't alone. Maeve is never really alone. In the air above her, a dark streak against the inky blackness that spans over them, Aidon circles. He's completely invisible to the naked eye. If you didn't know he was there, you never would. Ever watchful, orange eyes training on the hunter before they can get close, sending a flash of the image to Maeve along their bond. Her hand shifts down to her whip, ready to defend herself if necessary, knowing that not all humans that wander the tundra are the friendly sort.
She waits a moment longer for them to approach and when there is no more movement as the stranger settles a distance away from her, Maeve calls out, voice carrying across the wind. "Have you ever seen stars this bright?" The Nightshade wasn't sure she had. In Torchline there was more light. It didn't drown them out, but it wasn't like this. There are so many. Edmund would love it. At the thought of her son, Maeve's eyes instantly search for Hydra, his favorite constellation. "They're different here, but I suppose that's the point."
She waits a moment longer for them to approach and when there is no more movement as the stranger settles a distance away from her, Maeve calls out, voice carrying across the wind. "Have you ever seen stars this bright?" The Nightshade wasn't sure she had. In Torchline there was more light. It didn't drown them out, but it wasn't like this. There are so many. Edmund would love it. At the thought of her son, Maeve's eyes instantly search for Hydra, his favorite constellation. "They're different here, but I suppose that's the point."
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
