Maeve
Whether Melita meant to show it or not, Maeve caught the light of it in her eyes, knowing that feeling well. The Nightshade offered her a soft smile in return, understanding in the jade of her irises as she oved to follow her deeper into the market, "I don't have anyone to really give to either. Locke and Edmund are about it. Maybe Seren if she comes around." There was also Remi and Ronin to consider. Truthfully, Maeve wasn't sure they would care to receive gifts from her, but she was tempted to send them anyway.
"I'm sure Milo would appreciate it." The Nightshade hummed, whistling for Aidon to follow along, arms wrapping around her middle as she looked around the village market. "Anything else you want to get here?" She asked even though her attention was grabbed by the freshly falling snow, a sudden childish desire to play in it swelling up in her chest, "We could build a snowman or perhaps a snowball fight?" Maeve suggested, glancing over at her with a mischievous grin, matching the spark in her eyes.
"I'm sure Milo would appreciate it." The Nightshade hummed, whistling for Aidon to follow along, arms wrapping around her middle as she looked around the village market. "Anything else you want to get here?" She asked even though her attention was grabbed by the freshly falling snow, a sudden childish desire to play in it swelling up in her chest, "We could build a snowman or perhaps a snowball fight?" Maeve suggested, glancing over at her with a mischievous grin, matching the spark in her eyes.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
