Maeve
Maeve tried in vain to pull the branch back from the tumbleweed, that panic building in her chest almost enough to swallow her whole, but she pushed through even as the bundle of weeds yanked her improvised weapon from her grasp. The momentum causing her to stumble closer to its reaching branches, the protrusions scratching at her arms and if it wasn't for the long sleeved tunic she was wearing, it likely would have done more damage than a few scratches that were quickly growing numb. Her mind scrambled for what to do, but a roar from above quickly silenced any thought she might have as a dragon that she had only seen once when he was much smaller swooped from the sky, unleashing hellfire from his maw onto the tumbleweed. Relief rolled over her, knowing that deep blue beast anywhere. Seren.
As if the thought alone summoned her friend, Maeve turned to see her there at her side, sword ready as Umbra retreated from the tumbleweed's reach. A small nod was all she managed before she drew back from the fray, still limping towards the trapped creature, getting a better look at it now. The scales a deep obsidian black, wings tucked in tightly against its small body to keep from getting caught on the thorns further, fiery orange eyes staring up at her as it stopped struggling. Her breath caught in her throat, lips parting in disbelief as realization sunk in. A dragon.
He stared up at her and she stared back at him, kneeling down slowly with her hands spread, "It's okay... I'm going to get you out. Just stay still." She murmured and to her surprise, the dragon grew still, sides heaving as it caught its breath and let out a soft trill. Maeve drew her dagger, using it to cut away at the base of the thicket, working as fast as she was able to.
As if the thought alone summoned her friend, Maeve turned to see her there at her side, sword ready as Umbra retreated from the tumbleweed's reach. A small nod was all she managed before she drew back from the fray, still limping towards the trapped creature, getting a better look at it now. The scales a deep obsidian black, wings tucked in tightly against its small body to keep from getting caught on the thorns further, fiery orange eyes staring up at her as it stopped struggling. Her breath caught in her throat, lips parting in disbelief as realization sunk in. A dragon.
He stared up at her and she stared back at him, kneeling down slowly with her hands spread, "It's okay... I'm going to get you out. Just stay still." She murmured and to her surprise, the dragon grew still, sides heaving as it caught its breath and let out a soft trill. Maeve drew her dagger, using it to cut away at the base of the thicket, working as fast as she was able to.
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
