crave the applause yet hate the attention

Maeve

A sudden blur of feathers and fur comes barreling towards her, causing her to step back quickly until she realizes that whatever it is isn't interested in hurting her. Maeve blinks in surprise before a soft laugh bubbles out of her and she leans down, fingers scratching lightly at the small creature's head. Her eyes flick back up to him as he gives her the once over that everyone does. The look on his face is familiar. He's trying to figure out where she's from. If he's seen her around. Maeve isn't sure he's come into the Halenani. Fairly certain at least. "I definitely is. Most people don't come out here so close to tide. Guess that doesn't really matter for you."

Given the fact that he could turn into a dragon and everything. At least, that's what people say. The beast of a governor. A wolf in sheep's clothing. All bullshit. Just like most things are. Maeve looks back down at the griffin, finger tips running through the silky feathers, "What's its name? Her name? His name? Sorry, I'm not overly familiar with... griffins?" She's not actually seen one in person. The little beastie is pretty cute. Adorable really.

"So what are you hiding from out here? She finally asks, glancing back up at him with a soft smile. There isn't any accusation in her tone or her eyes. If anything, he'll find understanding there.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending