Maeve
Maeve purses her lips, dark brow furrowing as she watches the fish swim in the shallows before her, scales glinting in the sunlight. She remains poised, bow string drawn back, pressing against the side of her cheek as she takes a steady breath. The arrow releases, cutting through the water and impaling two fish in the process, a bit of blood tinting the water. She steps forward, retrieving the arrow and fish in one go, wading back towards the shore and the bucket sitting in the sand.
It was a measly haul, causing the Nightshade to scowl as she looks down at the bucket that's barely have full. This weather was going to cause a lot more problems if they didn't figure out what to do about it.
It was a measly haul, causing the Nightshade to scowl as she looks down at the bucket that's barely have full. This weather was going to cause a lot more problems if they didn't figure out what to do about it.
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
