Maeve
"Huh... I had no idea." Maeve muses softly, dropping her hand from the bird's head, laughing softly when it gently nibbled on her fingers. "They're really cute." She compliments the birds, cooing at them and a delighted smile curling on her lips when they coo back before they're taking off. Maeve voices her tiny favor, watching his brow arch and confusion swirling in his eyes, "She didn't tell me why exactly, but she needed it to burn. She's making me a whip." The Nightshade explains, thinking it might provide Sunjata with a touch of clarity even as he shifts, plucking three feathers from his wing easily.
"Thank you, beastie. I appreciate it." She gently bumps into his side, expression light as she gazes up at them, both of them still walking in step together. Finally the breach the top of the ridge, leaving them only a short walk away from Torchline proper and well before the sun has begun to sink. Maeve holds onto the feathers, careful not to bend or split them as they walk.
"Thank you, beastie. I appreciate it." She gently bumps into his side, expression light as she gazes up at them, both of them still walking in step together. Finally the breach the top of the ridge, leaving them only a short walk away from Torchline proper and well before the sun has begun to sink. Maeve holds onto the feathers, careful not to bend or split them as they walk.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
