those moments in the woods

Maeve

A laugh bubbles up in her chest, eyes lighting up with mirth at his joke and Aidon lets out a little barking sound that might be a laugh too, it's hard to tell. "We can talk about that if you're curious, but not without a safe word." She quips, slowing down a little more now that she's actually spotted him. Her ankle is throbbing from the walking she's been doing, but she continues to push forward, grateful when he stands to close the remaining distance between them. She watches as his expression shifts from excitement to seeing her to confusion and then finally an amused grin that curls on his lips. "I'm just as surprised as you are, to tell the truth." Maeve informs him, finally coming to a stop, panting only a little as she reaches up to push a stray curl from her face.

There is a mix of trepidation and curiosity that skitters along the bond between them as Lock approaches, trying to figure out for himself if this is friend or foe, but feeling no fear or concern from Maeve the little dragon relaxes. He cranes his neck, nostrils twitching as he sniffs at Lockes hand, trilling quietly in greeting. "His name is Aidon. I think he's only a baby." She explains, smiling softly as Aidon's forked tongue flicks out, tickling the tips of Locke's fingers before his head is tilting to the side, orange eyes blinking slowly up at him.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush