Maeve
The Nightshade dances her way across the ice, twisting and turning, body contorting with her movements. Finally, she nears the end of the canal and she's left to make a choice. Either turn around or get off the ice. She braces herself against the edge, finally deciding to stop for the time being and hauls herself out of the canal to sit on the edge. The waves have broken up the ice towards this part anyway and it's for the best that she stops here.
Carefully undoing her skates, Maeve watches the dark shadow beneath the ice, curious to see if her partner is going to make an appearance. She tugs off one boot and then the other, laying them down next to her as she allows her socked feet to dangle over the edge.
Carefully undoing her skates, Maeve watches the dark shadow beneath the ice, curious to see if her partner is going to make an appearance. She tugs off one boot and then the other, laying them down next to her as she allows her socked feet to dangle over the edge.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
