My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve gasped in delight, clapping as she bounced on the balls of her feet, "Oh my gods! Seren! You look so nice!" Glamorous and grown. She didn't look like a gangly girl to her right now. No, she was long, lean, and toned from her training. Maeve took a seat at the table, nodding at her question, "It does. That's what's meant to make it feel luxurious." She laughed, plucking a strawberry from the tray and taking a bite of the lush fruit, humming at the sweet juice that ran over her tongue.
Just to make it better, Seren conjured kittens to play amongst the delights that Maeve had brought up and she cooed, picking up a fluffy starry kitten to cuddle close. It's warm and purrs in her hands. She looks up at Seren with a grin, "It's a must! You can't have a slumber party without ghost stories. We can just make them up."
Just to make it better, Seren conjured kittens to play amongst the delights that Maeve had brought up and she cooed, picking up a fluffy starry kitten to cuddle close. It's warm and purrs in her hands. She looks up at Seren with a grin, "It's a must! You can't have a slumber party without ghost stories. We can just make them up."
Maeve
