Maeve
Maeve hums softly in the back of her throat, casting her a smile, "It sounds lovely. I bet the sunsets there were like nothing else." The sun bleeding red across the horizon, shooting rays of gold through the sky, and painting brilliant colors through what little clouds there might have been. "It's hard to imagine places outside of Caido sometimes, but you paint a clear picture." The Nightshade compliments, turning her attention back to the path ahead, scanning the horizon for any shifting in the sands.
"This one looked like it was made up of roots. I don't know if they all look like that, but it was as if a tree roots made a little person, but not actually a person. Does that make sense?" She doubts that it does, but no matter. It was the best way she could describe it. Having only seen Remi's and this one, Maeve wasn't sure she was the best source of information.
"This one looked like it was made up of roots. I don't know if they all look like that, but it was as if a tree roots made a little person, but not actually a person. Does that make sense?" She doubts that it does, but no matter. It was the best way she could describe it. Having only seen Remi's and this one, Maeve wasn't sure she was the best source of information.
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothin' scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
Nothin' scares me anymore
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
