Maeve
It goes down hill so quickly that Maeve honestly doesn't even have a moment to be hopeful about helping. Especially when the wind picks up almost violently, whipping at her hair and the free nets, somehow managing to get them tangled around her. Which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the sudden splinters that fill the air, heading straight for her eyes and she squeezes her eyes shut against the onslaught of debris and dust. When that passes, Maeve tries to tend to the nets that have wrapped around her like a boa constrictor, seeming to grow tighter no matter which way she wiggles and twists to try and get the dagger between her and the nets.
"Uhm, a little help here!" She calls out to no one in particular as she almost loses her footing with the way she's become twisted up.
Maeve attempts to free herself from the nets!
"Uhm, a little help here!" She calls out to no one in particular as she almost loses her footing with the way she's become twisted up.
Maeve attempts to free herself from the nets!
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
