Maeve
He snorts softly in response, a white cloud of breath puffing into the air as he presses close to Maeve, wrapping his large form around the Nightshade. She presses back into his heat, allowing herself to relax against him, soaking in the comfort he supplies. The Nightshade reaches up with a gloved hand to scratch beneath his chin, teeth threatening to chatter as the wind cuts through her.
She makes a soft noise of acknowledgement, sparing a glance towards the stranger, brows knitting together as she took in her appearance. Strange. "Many people come and go from there." Maeve finally settles on, not at all surprised that the woman had been there before. Many people had. Some stayed and some didn't.
Maeve laughs, shaking her head, "Those who think that are the ones who haven't experienced their kindness first hand. I used to think they didn't care for us, but I was wrong." Her smile is wistful, eyes still trained on the sky above. "She loves us. More than you might think. She's made many promises and kept every single one of them."
She makes a soft noise of acknowledgement, sparing a glance towards the stranger, brows knitting together as she took in her appearance. Strange. "Many people come and go from there." Maeve finally settles on, not at all surprised that the woman had been there before. Many people had. Some stayed and some didn't.
Maeve laughs, shaking her head, "Those who think that are the ones who haven't experienced their kindness first hand. I used to think they didn't care for us, but I was wrong." Her smile is wistful, eyes still trained on the sky above. "She loves us. More than you might think. She's made many promises and kept every single one of them."
Oh your mouth is poison
Your mouth is wine
Your mouth is wine
The Nightshade
