I'm a bad influence
Maeve has found herself wandering. Not heading anywhere in particular and simply enjoying the sunshine before it's chased away by the encroaching monsoons. While the Lullaby might have been mistaken for just another Torcher, Maeve recognizes the form of the large man from a short distance away. Her brows knit together as he stands from the shrine and her voice calls out to him over the waves, "Remi? I thought you went back to Stormbreak. What are you doing here?"
She's curious what business the demigod might have back in Torchline so close to the point in the season when most visitors are fleeing the coastal town. Maeve approaches him, her own feet bare as her the light cotton dress she's wearing get tugged by the breeze. Her hair is a mess or curls, tousled and mused either from her own fingers or the wind that seems to constantly come in off the ocean. She smiles when she gets close enough, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun.
She's curious what business the demigod might have back in Torchline so close to the point in the season when most visitors are fleeing the coastal town. Maeve approaches him, her own feet bare as her the light cotton dress she's wearing get tugged by the breeze. Her hair is a mess or curls, tousled and mused either from her own fingers or the wind that seems to constantly come in off the ocean. She smiles when she gets close enough, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun.
but damn I'm fun
Maeve
