Maeve
Everything had happened so quickly and Maeve was still reeling from it as she drew in labored breaths, glancing over at her friend as her grip on the dragon in her lap loosened, but the creature didn't move. Instead it trilled quietly, lifting its head to gaze up at Maeve, orange eyes blinking slowly. It was no bigger than a kitten currently. A tiny little thing that seemed content to stay in her lap as she lifted her hands, brows knitting together as she took in the damage done to her palms, wincing at the pain that began to throb through her nerves. "It's okay, Seren." Maeve soothed gently, offering her a wane smile as she let her back brace against a tree, gingerly starting to pick thorns from her palms.
"I'm always on edge when I travel alone. You didn't know." She murmured, the adrenaline finally beginning to fade from her system and she felt a strange level of concern, but also relief. The feeling wasn't hers. Maeve could say that much for sure. The Madame wiped her hand on her pants, trying to clear some of the blood away so she could reach up to cup Seren's cheek, drawing her close to press their foreheads together. "I'm okay, little star. Don't need to worry about me. You can help me with my hands though. I have some supplies in my bag."
"I'm always on edge when I travel alone. You didn't know." She murmured, the adrenaline finally beginning to fade from her system and she felt a strange level of concern, but also relief. The feeling wasn't hers. Maeve could say that much for sure. The Madame wiped her hand on her pants, trying to clear some of the blood away so she could reach up to cup Seren's cheek, drawing her close to press their foreheads together. "I'm okay, little star. Don't need to worry about me. You can help me with my hands though. I have some supplies in my bag."
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
