Maeve
"I wasn't going to be difficult." Maeve offers back as means of explanation, squeezing her eyes shut as they begin to glide down closer to the ocean of grass that covers the ground beneath them. She dares to open her eyes, slowly lifting her head when they even back out. An audible breath of relief leaves her when she realizes that they're barely a foot off the ground now. Better. Much better.
The cloud slowly comes to a stop and Maeve slowly inches towards the edge. Her feet dangle, but she eventually manages to find solid grown. With wobbling legs that are more befitting a baby dear, she takes a few steps forward, "No.. I haven't. Haven't really left Torchline, remember?" Maeve glances back at him from over her shoulder, finally straightening up. She looks better already. A bit of color coming back to her cheeks as her hands come up to try and smooth wind ruffled hair.
The cloud slowly comes to a stop and Maeve slowly inches towards the edge. Her feet dangle, but she eventually manages to find solid grown. With wobbling legs that are more befitting a baby dear, she takes a few steps forward, "No.. I haven't. Haven't really left Torchline, remember?" Maeve glances back at him from over her shoulder, finally straightening up. She looks better already. A bit of color coming back to her cheeks as her hands come up to try and smooth wind ruffled hair.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
