Maeve
"I think he just has to wait it out unfortunately." Maeve answers for him, carefully approaching the edge of the spring again, drawing out a small vial for herself and gingerly dipping it into the water. It isn't hot enough to burn her and she's able to fill it with ease, placing the stopper back inside and tucking it into her bag after wrapping it in some cloth to ensure it doesn't shatter. She finishes just in time to take Melita's offered bucket, carrying it back up the embankment to rest with the others. They were three for six now and at this rate would soon be heading back for the surface to fill the casks before journeying home.
Maeve joins Locke once more, passing him his third bucket so he might fill that one too before she takes up the fourth, lowering herself to fill this one too. She might be pregnant, but she wasn't incapable despite what he might think. Se knows it comes from a good place and can't find it in herself to be irritated with him.
Maeve joins Locke once more, passing him his third bucket so he might fill that one too before she takes up the fourth, lowering herself to fill this one too. She might be pregnant, but she wasn't incapable despite what he might think. Se knows it comes from a good place and can't find it in herself to be irritated with him.
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
