Maeve
Whenever Maeve had been pregnant with Edmund, there was a part of her that hoped it would be a girl, wanting nothing more than to have a daughter to dote upon. Of course, she wouldn't trade Edmund for anything. The Nightshade loved her son more than anything, but having Sol in her life only made the yearning for a girl of her own stronger. Especially when she lit up at the gift, amber eyes glassy with tears, shyly thanking her for such a small thing. "Of course, darling girl. Every young lady needs a proper winter dress." Maeve makes sure to put the clothes out of the way so they won't get messy before washing her own hands and tying on an apron.
Maeve gets one for Sol as well, slipping it over her head and tying it around her tiny waist, making sure it would keep her clothes clean. Her smile is soft at Sol's question, nodding easily, "Absolutely." Maeve kneels behind Sol, carefully gathering up the hair into two little puffs on her head, tying them with a little leather cord to keep them in place. "There! Perfect." Pressing another kiss to her cheek before standing, the Nightshade pulls over a stool so she can reach the counter.
Maeve gets one for Sol as well, slipping it over her head and tying it around her tiny waist, making sure it would keep her clothes clean. Her smile is soft at Sol's question, nodding easily, "Absolutely." Maeve kneels behind Sol, carefully gathering up the hair into two little puffs on her head, tying them with a little leather cord to keep them in place. "There! Perfect." Pressing another kiss to her cheek before standing, the Nightshade pulls over a stool so she can reach the counter.
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
