Maeve
Maybe. Maeve shoots a playful glare his way, narrowing her eyes at him at his nonchalance, not at all liking how he seems to be okay with it. "Easy for you to say... You're not the one scared of heights." Or boards suddenly giving out under her feet or ropes snapping or simply plummeting to her demise because she dared to look at her feet while she walked across the bridge. Sunjata steps around her easily, moving onto the bridge like it's nothing and Maeve stays frozen in place as it sways, boards creaking under his weight.
Her cheeks flush with heat, snapping up to his gaze as he promises he'd catch her if anything were to happen, but she can't make her legs work. "As reassuring as that is I still don't trust this thing." Maeve reaches out to hold onto the ropes, grip white knuckled as she takes a tentative step forward, blanching as it sways. "It would be a pretty bad look. I think Aurelia would have your head." The woman has been rather protective of her lately and she doesn't think that even the Flood's friendship with the Fireheart would spare him her wrath if something were to happen. He's in the middle and she's barely managed a step. This was going to be rough.
Her cheeks flush with heat, snapping up to his gaze as he promises he'd catch her if anything were to happen, but she can't make her legs work. "As reassuring as that is I still don't trust this thing." Maeve reaches out to hold onto the ropes, grip white knuckled as she takes a tentative step forward, blanching as it sways. "It would be a pretty bad look. I think Aurelia would have your head." The woman has been rather protective of her lately and she doesn't think that even the Flood's friendship with the Fireheart would spare him her wrath if something were to happen. He's in the middle and she's barely managed a step. This was going to be rough.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
