I don't trust nobody
Maeve rolls them around in her palm, examining the dark plum color of them. She picks one up and squishes it between her fingers, dark juice staining her skin. Maeve rubs it on the back of her hand, waiting for a burning sensation or anything that might give away that they aren't safe for consumption. Nothing happens and a sweet scent wafts up from where the juice sits on her skin. With her investigation done she pops a few into her mouth. They're tart with a sweet after taste. "They're fine. I thought they were, but I just wanted to be sure."
With that she plucks more from the bush, being sure to leave plenty for him. Maeve stands, looking around and finding a cluster of the same plant. Plenty for them to harvest off of. Once they've both eaten their fill and she collects some for later, she prepares to depart again. "We should try to cover as much ground as possible before we lose the sun again."
With that she plucks more from the bush, being sure to leave plenty for him. Maeve stands, looking around and finding a cluster of the same plant. Plenty for them to harvest off of. Once they've both eaten their fill and she collects some for later, she prepares to depart again. "We should try to cover as much ground as possible before we lose the sun again."
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
