Maeve
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
A cage for your own bird?
There was a strange urge to get out and test herself now that Edmund was born. An eagerness to hone her skills and provide. Be it through hunting or gathering or something else entirely. There was a restless quality to Maeve that she hadn't ever experienced before. Not in this way. It's what drove her to press deeper into the Oerwoud despite the fact that Edmund and Locke were waiting for her at home. It would only be a day trip. That's all it ever was. Plus, he needed time with their baby without her. It was only fair.
So she pressed deeper, whip on her hip and bow in hand, a pack strapped across her back for anything she might gather along the way. Aidon set off ahead of her, ember eyes always searching and looking ahead, ready to warn her in a moments notice should he spot anything that could mean danger. The thing he does spot isn't dangerous, per se, but it gave him enough reason to warn Maeve as she drew closer to the large man in the underbrush.
The Nightshade slowed her steps, taking in the mountain of a man ahead of her, gazing down into the Peepholes. Her head cocked to the side, recognizing him almost immediately. She had seen him around Torchline, knew of his relationship with Hotaru, and his role in Halo. He was one of Safrin's followers. Deimos. The Sword. Warrior, conqueror, protector. There was another to tack onto that, but her feelings regarding what he and Hotaru did weren't the same as Sunjata's. No, it was much less complicated for her. She'd sided with Hotaru then and a part of her still did. She missed her friend and Maeve considered reaching out to her if only because she was lonely, but that was a thought for another time.
"I never expect to run into anyone out here and yet that always seems to happen." Maeve mused in a way of greeting, jumping from one root to another, light on her feet as she balanced on the bough of a tree that hung low to the ground.
So she pressed deeper, whip on her hip and bow in hand, a pack strapped across her back for anything she might gather along the way. Aidon set off ahead of her, ember eyes always searching and looking ahead, ready to warn her in a moments notice should he spot anything that could mean danger. The thing he does spot isn't dangerous, per se, but it gave him enough reason to warn Maeve as she drew closer to the large man in the underbrush.
The Nightshade slowed her steps, taking in the mountain of a man ahead of her, gazing down into the Peepholes. Her head cocked to the side, recognizing him almost immediately. She had seen him around Torchline, knew of his relationship with Hotaru, and his role in Halo. He was one of Safrin's followers. Deimos. The Sword. Warrior, conqueror, protector. There was another to tack onto that, but her feelings regarding what he and Hotaru did weren't the same as Sunjata's. No, it was much less complicated for her. She'd sided with Hotaru then and a part of her still did. She missed her friend and Maeve considered reaching out to her if only because she was lonely, but that was a thought for another time.
"I never expect to run into anyone out here and yet that always seems to happen." Maeve mused in a way of greeting, jumping from one root to another, light on her feet as she balanced on the bough of a tree that hung low to the ground.
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
The screaming, heaving fuckery of the world?
