Maeve
Maeve startles as well. More at Sol's reaction than the image itself. Though, she does look back, a crease between her brows, knowing that there isn't anything truly there. The lingering unease is pushed aside however as the little girl whimpers, pressing heavily into her side, tiny fingers wrapping themselves into her skirt. "It's alright, little dove. Probably just some spirit playing a nasty trick. They do that sometimes." Maeve explains, picking her up and placing her on the counter's edge so she can stand before her, eye level with the girl. "And when they do that you can puff up your chest real big, make your best scary face, and say 'go away, spirit!'"
She does this herself, baring her teeth playfully as her fingers tickle along Sol's ribs, "Go away, spirit! No cookies for you!" The Nightshade says firmly, tacking on a little growl at the end as she dives forward, pretending to nom at Sol's shoulder until the child is laughing again. "See? Nothing to worry about." Maeve draws back, offering her a reassuring smile and a boop on the nose before drawing the bowl and flour closer to them. "Now, where were we?"
She does this herself, baring her teeth playfully as her fingers tickle along Sol's ribs, "Go away, spirit! No cookies for you!" The Nightshade says firmly, tacking on a little growl at the end as she dives forward, pretending to nom at Sol's shoulder until the child is laughing again. "See? Nothing to worry about." Maeve draws back, offering her a reassuring smile and a boop on the nose before drawing the bowl and flour closer to them. "Now, where were we?"
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
