Maeve
Now the Nightshade hasn’t originally intended on investing the mysterious snowball phenomenon, but when deciding to venture away from Torchline in an attempt to do another search for her missing son, desperately hoping he might be unable to resist the call as many people often did when strange things happen in Caido; she set off. Truthfully, Maeve didn’t expect to get so lucky. Her attention isn’t even on him at first, eyes flicking over the gathering crowd, noting those she recognizes and giving them nods of acknowledgment when Aidon’s sudden screech draws her attention. The dragon scents him in seconds, diving towards the prodigal prince with such speed he is sure to plow right into him and knock him into the ground.
Maeve is there first. A mixture of relief, anger, and incredulity at war inside her and vying for the dominating emotion. She descends on him from behind, yanking his hood off before grabbing him by his upper arm, turning him around so sharply he’s sure to lose his balance. ”And where in the hell do you think you’ve been? Do you have any idea how worried sick I’ve been? You disappear without a single trace. Don’t even have the decency to write once you get wherever you’re going and let me know you’re okay! Gods, Edmund! Did you even stop to think??” There are tears stinging her eyes and she’s aware of the people around her, but she can’t find it in herself to care about it not being the time or the place.
Maeve arrives, spots her missing son, and does what any mother would do.
Maeve is there first. A mixture of relief, anger, and incredulity at war inside her and vying for the dominating emotion. She descends on him from behind, yanking his hood off before grabbing him by his upper arm, turning him around so sharply he’s sure to lose his balance. ”And where in the hell do you think you’ve been? Do you have any idea how worried sick I’ve been? You disappear without a single trace. Don’t even have the decency to write once you get wherever you’re going and let me know you’re okay! Gods, Edmund! Did you even stop to think??” There are tears stinging her eyes and she’s aware of the people around her, but she can’t find it in herself to care about it not being the time or the place.
Maeve arrives, spots her missing son, and does what any mother would do.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
