My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
In all the time that Maeve has been in Torchline, she's never actually witnessed someone appearing on their shores through the portals. Especially not children. They fall through onto the sandy shore, two children no older than Edmund, clinging to each other on the sun drenched sands. Aidon swoops down, landing before them and sniffing at them curiously, soft trills coming from his throat in an attempt to soothe the obviously frightened children. Maeve picks up the hem of her skirt, hurrying forward but slowing as she gets about fifteen feet away, "Are you alright, loves?" The Nightshade asks softly, getting close enough to kneel down in the sand in front of them, giving Aidon a gentle push so he might back up.
She extends her hand to the children, palm up in a gesture that's meant to soothe, "Don't worry. You're safe here. No harm will come to you." Maeve murmurs, instantly attempting to soothe the two children who are clearly from a land far from here if their appearance was anything to go by. Even if she hadn't seen them port in herself.
"What are your names? I'm Maeve. That's Aidon. He won't hurt you either. Promise." Her tone is soft, calming and smooth, almost crooning as she looks down at the children with a gentle smile.
She extends her hand to the children, palm up in a gesture that's meant to soothe, "Don't worry. You're safe here. No harm will come to you." Maeve murmurs, instantly attempting to soothe the two children who are clearly from a land far from here if their appearance was anything to go by. Even if she hadn't seen them port in herself.
"What are your names? I'm Maeve. That's Aidon. He won't hurt you either. Promise." Her tone is soft, calming and smooth, almost crooning as she looks down at the children with a gentle smile.
Maeve
