Maeve
Maeve meandered forward, humming softly to herself in tune with the birds flitting about in the branches above her, eyes sweeping across the forest floor for anything else of note. She almost missed the shadow that breezed by, taking the already dappled sun away for a moment, giving the Madame pause as the wood fell silent. Freezing in place, her hand trailed down to the hilt of her dagger, wrapping slender fingers around the weapon should she need to pull it from its sheath at a moments notice. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, a feeling of unease swirling in her stomach as she drew in a breath, sea glass gaze scanning her surroundings.
Each snap of twig or rustling of leaves had her spinning, heart rabbiting wildly in her chest as she looked for the threat, but found none. It could be nothing. Just a fox. Maybe a wolf. Those were still common here, right? Fuck. She shouldn't have come out here alone. The underbrush behind her rustled, trembling with movement that quickly had Maeve backpedaling, not willing to face whatever creature might be hiding within the thicket. With a speed that was perhaps faster than one might expect from her, Maeve darted off, heading in the opposite direction as fast as her feet would carry her.
Each snap of twig or rustling of leaves had her spinning, heart rabbiting wildly in her chest as she looked for the threat, but found none. It could be nothing. Just a fox. Maybe a wolf. Those were still common here, right? Fuck. She shouldn't have come out here alone. The underbrush behind her rustled, trembling with movement that quickly had Maeve backpedaling, not willing to face whatever creature might be hiding within the thicket. With a speed that was perhaps faster than one might expect from her, Maeve darted off, heading in the opposite direction as fast as her feet would carry her.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
