Maeve
It's strange visiting the town of places that aren't your home, watching people mill about in the streets and carry on with a life that has nothing to do with you, knowing they won't even miss you when you're gone. That's the thought passing through the Madame's head now as she winds her way through the market, pausing to make trades here and there for supplies to pack away into her bag, preparing to leave for the Greatwood. It's her next stop and Locke is surely waiting for her there. Just like he promised he would be. She's eager to get back to him and tell him of what's happened, but first, supplies. Aidon trots along beside her, refusing to sit atop her shoulders today, too curious to be so limited.
The sound of laughter catches his attention, catching sight of a man he doesn't know, but his curiosity wins out in the end. Especially as the man seems to balance on one foot, hopping on one foot over the stones, hooting and hollering the whole way. The dragon hurries over, leaving Maeve behind as he scampers closer, hopping behind the man in an act of mimicry. Aidon lets out a warbling trill, something that almost sounds like a laugh or perhaps another imitation of Harper's noises, drawing Maeve's attention at the sudden elation that shoots along their bond. It takes her a minute to find the dragon, having no clue where he ran off to until he provides a few brief images that gives it away, "Didn't know dragons could play hopscotch. Didn't know grown men could either." She calls out as she approaches, grinning at Harper as he turns to face her, arms crossing lightly over her chest.
The sound of laughter catches his attention, catching sight of a man he doesn't know, but his curiosity wins out in the end. Especially as the man seems to balance on one foot, hopping on one foot over the stones, hooting and hollering the whole way. The dragon hurries over, leaving Maeve behind as he scampers closer, hopping behind the man in an act of mimicry. Aidon lets out a warbling trill, something that almost sounds like a laugh or perhaps another imitation of Harper's noises, drawing Maeve's attention at the sudden elation that shoots along their bond. It takes her a minute to find the dragon, having no clue where he ran off to until he provides a few brief images that gives it away, "Didn't know dragons could play hopscotch. Didn't know grown men could either." She calls out as she approaches, grinning at Harper as he turns to face her, arms crossing lightly over her chest.
Oh, cause all of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying
Keep making love to each other
And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying
