Maeve
"Just a little longer, Seren! Be careful!" Maeve yelled back over her shoulder, gritting her teeth as she vigorously sawed at the bramble branches, tearing at them with her bare hands uncaring of the various thorns that were sinking into her skin. There was blood and raw flesh, exposed and torn to ribbons by the brambles, but Maeve didn't let it deter her. The Madame finally managed to get the dragonling free, scooping him up into her arms and getting to her feet, "Run!" She called out to the starchild, swaying as she cradled the creature to her chest, limping back across the stream towards the safety of the trees.
Maeve didn't know if it would follow them or not, but the water would likely slow it down. At least she hoped it would. She was panting by the time she got back through the clearing in the tree line, sweat beading on her brow, but she didn't stop there. Maeve pushed herself a few more yards before sinking to her knees, still holding the dragonling in her lap as she struggled to catch her breath, the pain suddenly making itself known as the adrenaline slowly wore off.
Maeve didn't know if it would follow them or not, but the water would likely slow it down. At least she hoped it would. She was panting by the time she got back through the clearing in the tree line, sweat beading on her brow, but she didn't stop there. Maeve pushed herself a few more yards before sinking to her knees, still holding the dragonling in her lap as she struggled to catch her breath, the pain suddenly making itself known as the adrenaline slowly wore off.
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
