Maeve
It takes her longer than she cares to admit to make her way to Edmund. Not because she wanted to stay away, but simply because she needed a chance to rest. She wasn't like the others. The Nightshade needed time. Not only to recover, but to organize things in Torchline. Only when she was sure they could handle her absence, knowing it would take time to travel back, did she depart from the Court with a promise to Harper to return home with their son soon.
She crosses into the refuge, Aidon soaring above her, ever watchful and attentive now that the world was once more in chaos. Her steps are slow and measured, but aside from the bit of bandages that can be seen wrapping around her shoulders and back above the collar of her cloak, she seems unscathed apart from a few scratches on her face. Unsure of where exactly her son is, Maeve simply walks, planning on checking the little abode she secured for him when he moved here.
Knocking lightly on the door, Maeve draws in a deep breath, wincing as it stretches the still healing skin on her back and waits.
She crosses into the refuge, Aidon soaring above her, ever watchful and attentive now that the world was once more in chaos. Her steps are slow and measured, but aside from the bit of bandages that can be seen wrapping around her shoulders and back above the collar of her cloak, she seems unscathed apart from a few scratches on her face. Unsure of where exactly her son is, Maeve simply walks, planning on checking the little abode she secured for him when he moved here.
Knocking lightly on the door, Maeve draws in a deep breath, wincing as it stretches the still healing skin on her back and waits.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
