Maeve
Aidon can't sense Locke's thoughts, but he would likely agree if he was able to. It was a new concept to have someone to take care of him, but the dragon was already settling into the role easily, their bond growing stronger by the day. Maeve nods in agreement, a quiet laugh coloring the air as she leans into him, "And when you find a companion of your own you'll have three." Locke might not bond with a dragon, but she has no doubt that there is a creature out there for him. Something fitting. Maybe he'll get a griffin like Sunjata or something else. Perhaps the gods will gift him with a companion. There are so many possibilities whether he sees it that way or not.
Her nose wrinkles and she sticks her tongue out at him, "Make me. Clearly it isn't enough." Maeve teases, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes despite the discomfort that's throbbing in her ankle. Once she settles against the base of the tree, Aidon quickly joining her and sending his concern along their bond, she reaches out to stroke the top of his head as she does her best to ease his concerns. Maeve watches from her perch, eyes roaming over his form as he pitches the tent, unable to help the fluttering in her stomach as his muscles bunch and cord with the effort, strong hands driving stakes into the ground to secure the rope to. "I picked up some more supplies before I left. I have a proper first aide kit now. Surely there is something in there that you can use." Maeve offers, not wanting him to ruin a perfectly good shirt when she had other things to use, especially when she'd rather sleep in said shirt.
"Oh yeah? Find anything we could pull seeds from? I'd love to try and grow some things from here in my garden. I don't know if they'll take in the climate, but I could at least give it a go." Her voice shifts into something softer as she contemplates the possibility, seeming to compare the two areas in her head as she considers if it would be at all possible for her to manage. His question pulls her from her thoughts and she shrugs her shoulders, pursing her lips for a moment, "Well, I went the the Artist's Sanctuary and commissioned Bastien for my piece. That was fairly uneventful. Then I figured I'd do a little exploring in the woods on the outskirts of the Grounds. That's where I ran into Seren and this little guy." She begins to explain, not going into full detail yet on the events that took place in the woods. Her close brush with death. She didn't want to worry him.
Her nose wrinkles and she sticks her tongue out at him, "Make me. Clearly it isn't enough." Maeve teases, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes despite the discomfort that's throbbing in her ankle. Once she settles against the base of the tree, Aidon quickly joining her and sending his concern along their bond, she reaches out to stroke the top of his head as she does her best to ease his concerns. Maeve watches from her perch, eyes roaming over his form as he pitches the tent, unable to help the fluttering in her stomach as his muscles bunch and cord with the effort, strong hands driving stakes into the ground to secure the rope to. "I picked up some more supplies before I left. I have a proper first aide kit now. Surely there is something in there that you can use." Maeve offers, not wanting him to ruin a perfectly good shirt when she had other things to use, especially when she'd rather sleep in said shirt.
"Oh yeah? Find anything we could pull seeds from? I'd love to try and grow some things from here in my garden. I don't know if they'll take in the climate, but I could at least give it a go." Her voice shifts into something softer as she contemplates the possibility, seeming to compare the two areas in her head as she considers if it would be at all possible for her to manage. His question pulls her from her thoughts and she shrugs her shoulders, pursing her lips for a moment, "Well, I went the the Artist's Sanctuary and commissioned Bastien for my piece. That was fairly uneventful. Then I figured I'd do a little exploring in the woods on the outskirts of the Grounds. That's where I ran into Seren and this little guy." She begins to explain, not going into full detail yet on the events that took place in the woods. Her close brush with death. She didn't want to worry him.
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
