Maeve
Maeve chews on her bottom lip, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket, breath puffing out in white mists ahead of her. She hadn’t actually seen a relic. Not in person, but she’s heard about them. Knows that they don’t tend to be overly large. Weapons, wearable, portable… It could be buried out here, but why would it be so out in the open even if it was in a grave? Maeve imagines it would only take one person robbing the wrong grave to stumble upon it. Doesn’t seem like the best move. ”I don’t think it’ll be out here. I- I haven’t gotten my hands on one, but Locke had one. A doll made by Ludo.”
Her shoulders lift in a slight shrug, slowing her steps slightly, ”We can check the names on the graves. There could be some important people buried here.” It was a suggestion, a possibility to explore before diving straight down for whatever was behind the gate.
Her shoulders lift in a slight shrug, slowing her steps slightly, ”We can check the names on the graves. There could be some important people buried here.” It was a suggestion, a possibility to explore before diving straight down for whatever was behind the gate.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
