those moments in the woods

Maeve

A dark brow raises and her lips curl into a faint smirk despite the pain that she's feeling right now in her ankle and hands, "We can definitely have that talk. I wouldn't be against it." Maeve hums back sweetly, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, sea glass gaze raking over him quickly before her attention is drawn to the interaction before Aidon and Locke. She nods in agreement, feeling the curiosity bubbling along the bond before a splash of happiness spreads through her chest at the attention he's receiving, "Seren thinks he'll probably get bigger. Apparently Umbra was about this size when she found him." And he doesn't look like Sugar does. While Ronin's dragon was small, she stilled seemed mature and grown into her features, but much like a puppy that hasn't grown into its paws, Aidon still seems to have some growing to do.

Another nod is offered as she reaches for him, shifting her weight off of her bad ankle and slipping her bag off her shoulder, holding it out for him to take instead. Aidon unfurls his wings, flapping them carefully to help him guide himself to the ground as to not get in the way once he realizes that Locke is planning to help her. "That would be good. I've been walking on it more than I should." She admits with a wince, shifting closer to him so she can wrap her arm around his shoulders, bracing herself as he scoops her up.

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