Maeve
She sent a letter ahead of herself, letting Remi know that she'd be in the Greatwood, asking if he'd be willing to lend his astronomy expertise. It's within that letter that she informs him she'll be at the Stonesong the following night should he have the time. So with a bottle of spiced cider and a blanket in tow, the Nightshade carefully picks her way through the trees until she finds a break in the line, stepping out along the shore of the rushing river. There isn't much wind right now, but the haunting melody continues all the same as the water runs through the stones, causing a shiver that has nothing to do with the chill in the air to run up her spine.
Maeve spreads out her blanket, setting down the small basket on the corner before lowering herself to sit, drawing her sweater a bit more tightly around her slim frame. Jade eyes look up to the sky, skin washed silver in the moonlight as she begins to pick out the different constellations, waiting for her company to arrive.
Maeve spreads out her blanket, setting down the small basket on the corner before lowering herself to sit, drawing her sweater a bit more tightly around her slim frame. Jade eyes look up to the sky, skin washed silver in the moonlight as she begins to pick out the different constellations, waiting for her company to arrive.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
