Maeve
Unaware that she's being watched, Maeve continues her dance through the thick boughs of the trees. Vines try their best to entangle and ensnare, but Maeve is faster than they are. With a grace that's almost inhuman, the Nightshade flows through her movements, a wraith through the trees as she seems to harmlessly slip through the vines as they grasp at her. Never able to catch her despite the speed at which they move.
Finally she finds a resting place against the trunk of a tree, back bracing as she pulls her canteen off of her hip, taking a deep drink as she catches her breath. There is sweat beading along her brow despite the cooler temperatures that have settled across majority of Caido. With deft fingers, her hair is twisted up into a messy bun and secured so it remains out of her face, jade eyes quickly taking stock of her surroundings.
Finally she finds a resting place against the trunk of a tree, back bracing as she pulls her canteen off of her hip, taking a deep drink as she catches her breath. There is sweat beading along her brow despite the cooler temperatures that have settled across majority of Caido. With deft fingers, her hair is twisted up into a messy bun and secured so it remains out of her face, jade eyes quickly taking stock of her surroundings.
No one wants you when you have no heart
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
and I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars
