I don't trust nobody
She's not made for this. She has never ever been made for this. Ever. So why she is in the Oerwood for the second time this new season is a fucking mystery. Except it isn't because one of the girls is sick and she has to get these herbs so she can get better. Maeve was relieved that she wouldn't have to go back in alone. Maybe this time she can escape without a head injury.
At the mention of the river Maeve can't help but grimace. The heat is already oppressive and her thin shirt is sticking to the small of her back. She carefully steps over a large root, moving past him and onto the trail that can barely be called a trail. The things she does for her girls. "Should keep a close eye on the vines. They're feeling extra vindictive lately," she mutters, bitterness turning her words sour as they move on.
"Hopefully we won't have to go in too deep, but we won't know until we get to where they normally grow. The closest cluster might have been harvested already." Maeve glances over at him, feeling like she recognizes him, but not sure enough of herself to really say.
At the mention of the river Maeve can't help but grimace. The heat is already oppressive and her thin shirt is sticking to the small of her back. She carefully steps over a large root, moving past him and onto the trail that can barely be called a trail. The things she does for her girls. "Should keep a close eye on the vines. They're feeling extra vindictive lately," she mutters, bitterness turning her words sour as they move on.
"Hopefully we won't have to go in too deep, but we won't know until we get to where they normally grow. The closest cluster might have been harvested already." Maeve glances over at him, feeling like she recognizes him, but not sure enough of herself to really say.
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
