Maeve
There were plenty of things to focus on. Important tasks to get done, but Maeve just needs a little break. A small breather. A day trip to the Boondocks wasn't going to hurt anyone. With Aidon in tow and a jacket bundled around her, the Nightshade sets off, feeling a touch lighter despite all of the weight of the coming conflict on her shoulders. Turning to Melita, the Nightshade offers a smile, "Feeling better after everything?" Rested? Restored? The Nightshade was. Thankfully neither of them suffered too badly during the whole ordeal.
Aidon trots between her and Melita, nosing at her arm, cooing and trilling as she sniffs for her new companion. "What about some cocoa? I could go for a cuppa now." Maeve hums, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, steps crunching through the dusting of snow that covered the ground.
Aidon trots between her and Melita, nosing at her arm, cooing and trilling as she sniffs for her new companion. "What about some cocoa? I could go for a cuppa now." Maeve hums, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, steps crunching through the dusting of snow that covered the ground.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
