Maeve
The travel, all things considered, hasn't been bad. They did well together. Between the two of them they were always able to find food, fresh water, and a safe-ish place to rest in the evenings. Now, Maeve didn't typically care about people's alignments with gods. It wasn't something she personally involved herself in, but what other people chose to do was up to them. Except those people weren't Safrin's bitch. Which Ronin was. So things had been interesting. Especially when he was suddenly able to produce a cloud for them to travel on.
Something Maeve is really not used to. She didn't think herself scared of heights before, but she had never ridden on a cloud before. Her knees are drawn up to her chest, face buried in her arms as she tries her best not to get sick. "Still not used to this." Comes the muffled reply from the woman, head lifting just slightly so she can peek at him. "How much longer until we're on solid ground?"
Her skin is paler than usually (a feat in itself) and there is a light sheen of sweat on her brow. She's planted herself firmly in the middle of the cloud, not daring to get close to the edge and barely even moving more than she has to. "I could use a chance to stretch my legs."
Something Maeve is really not used to. She didn't think herself scared of heights before, but she had never ridden on a cloud before. Her knees are drawn up to her chest, face buried in her arms as she tries her best not to get sick. "Still not used to this." Comes the muffled reply from the woman, head lifting just slightly so she can peek at him. "How much longer until we're on solid ground?"
Her skin is paler than usually (a feat in itself) and there is a light sheen of sweat on her brow. She's planted herself firmly in the middle of the cloud, not daring to get close to the edge and barely even moving more than she has to. "I could use a chance to stretch my legs."
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
