Maeve
Maeve wants to sit down and rest. She's exhausted, but they're so close to being done. Just one final push. "I have some pots that I transplanted some of the night blooms into. They glow at night, but let's put two lantern posts on either side and we'll hang some there too." The Nightshade instructs, directing the helpers in this final task while they wait for the food to come. She does her part in bringing over the potted trees, positioning them so that their light will cast over the top of the tunnel.
The lantern posts are affixed into the ground and the oil is topped off in the lanterns before they're hung in their final resting place. Stepping back with her hands on her hips, Maeve lets out a breath of relief, "There. Finished."
Maeve handles the lanterns.
The lantern posts are affixed into the ground and the oil is topped off in the lanterns before they're hung in their final resting place. Stepping back with her hands on her hips, Maeve lets out a breath of relief, "There. Finished."
Maeve handles the lanterns.
If you're a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The lonely moments just get lonelier
