Maeve
Truthfully, Maeve was too caught up in her own irritations at the lack of success that she didn't even realize that she had an onlooker. Aidon had, of course, but the dragon was much too interested in waiting for Fangorn to come play than informing his bonded of her friend's arrival on the beach. The Nightshade was just about tempted to throw in the towel and think about setting a trap for one of the damned creatures when Melita's voice caught her ear. Head snapping the direction of the Honeybee, Maeve still managed a small smile, huffing out an exasperated laugh. "Hello yourself. I'm trying to catch a Hel."
And surely there would be the question of why so the Nightshade proceeded to add on, "It's for Safrin. To practice getting faster." Maeve pushed herself up from the sand, brushing it from her clothing and shooting a scathing look towards the birds in question, "You ever caught one before?"
And surely there would be the question of why so the Nightshade proceeded to add on, "It's for Safrin. To practice getting faster." Maeve pushed herself up from the sand, brushing it from her clothing and shooting a scathing look towards the birds in question, "You ever caught one before?"
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice
