Maeve
"Basically a five year old, huh?" Maeve arches a brow, trying to wrap her head around that possibility. It makes sense. Given the situation surrounding the whole thing. What even is time up where the gods reside? Surely it doesn't work on the same rules as their plane of existence. "I'll have to introduce her to Paige. She's the daughter of one of my girls. About seven? I could send her over for a playdate. I'm sure she would be thrilled to have someone to play with." Maeve muses softly as she reaches for her mead, taking a slow sip and savoring the favor as she relaxes on his couch.
A huff of laughter that's more formed than his rises from her and her lips quirk into a smile, "Haven't you learned by this point that I'm not like everyone else?" She shoots back, cocking her head to the side as she regards him look over each part of the basket, lingering on the blanket she made for Ria in particular. "It's just a gift, Jata. You don't owe me anything." Maeve murmurs, leaning her head against her hand as she props her elbow against the back of the couch.
"I've done the same kind of thing for the other girls who've had children. It's nothing." Perhaps she went a little above and beyond for this one, but he didn't need to know that. Besides, it was his first child. That was special. Maeve licks her lips, bracing her cup against her thigh lightly as she regards him. Green eyes seeming darker in the soft firelight filling the room. "Can't a girl do something nice for someone she happens to like?" Maeve teases, extending her leg so her toe can poke at the side of his thigh as a smile plays on her lips.
A huff of laughter that's more formed than his rises from her and her lips quirk into a smile, "Haven't you learned by this point that I'm not like everyone else?" She shoots back, cocking her head to the side as she regards him look over each part of the basket, lingering on the blanket she made for Ria in particular. "It's just a gift, Jata. You don't owe me anything." Maeve murmurs, leaning her head against her hand as she props her elbow against the back of the couch.
"I've done the same kind of thing for the other girls who've had children. It's nothing." Perhaps she went a little above and beyond for this one, but he didn't need to know that. Besides, it was his first child. That was special. Maeve licks her lips, bracing her cup against her thigh lightly as she regards him. Green eyes seeming darker in the soft firelight filling the room. "Can't a girl do something nice for someone she happens to like?" Maeve teases, extending her leg so her toe can poke at the side of his thigh as a smile plays on her lips.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
