MAEVE
Maeve isn't really working today. Another day off. That happens when you get thrown to another part of the Wilds for a second fucking time. She's tired. Exhausted. Her whole body aches and she just wants to relax. So when she passes through the main lobby of the Halenani, it isn't with the intention of socializing. Except she sees a familiar head of curls and tan skin that makes her slow down. Maeve's expression is one of surprise and she pauses to tie her robe closed. "My, my, my... Isn't this a pleasant surprise." She's smiling, eyes lighting up for the first time in what seems like days as she approaches. Her hair is shorter than the last time Aurelia saw her. Much shorter. She has curls on her own. Silky and falling in perfect waves around her face. Maeve lets her eyes run over the taller girl, not hiding the fact either. She's even prettier in the light. What a shame their first meeting had to be in the dark of LongNight. It isn't until her eyes land on the bottle of rum and little parcel that her brow raises.
"What's this? A little something for me?" The smaller girl approaches her, stepping close into her space as she cocks her head to the side. "I'm not on the floor right now.. Which is lucky for you. Means you have me all to yourself."
A pretty face
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
