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Maeve: I glance at Beatrice knowing she was just being polite but still smile anyway. "I miss my home as I live near the giant's causeway. But...
Maeve: I could see the reluctance in her body language, but I thought I would continue with the song I started earlier. "When I was two, I tied...
I need some help with a story I am writing but it isn't for fan fiction. I have her first and last name, I just need a middle name for a phrase...
Maeve: I stand silently stand in the door way ignored but I have never been selfish. "How about a song that is kind of about my home land?"
Maeve: I stand in the doorway fiddling with my gloves "what was the governments aim with this anyway?"
Maeve: I put my throwing star back in my pouch but I keep my brown leather gloves on. I get my beanie out and put it on, leaving it slightly...
Maeve: "You're far from being alright. There's nothing to be crying happily about." I reply, I try to think about what could cheer someone up.
Maeve: I walk to beside Beatrice "are you okay?" I ask quietly.
Maeve: I shake my head at Derix as I stand. However in my hand I keep my throwing star ready.
Maeve: I wake up and spot the girl. Carefully I pull out a throwing star from my pouch.
Maeve: "Hey." I smile "you missed a campfire song from my own country. But anyway, I'm going to sleep for a bit." I stand up and move to the...
Maeve: I flex my hands, causing the gloves to wrinkle slightly "yeah, we moved over a month before my 14th birthday, thats was just over three...
Maeve: I laugh "they have changed it to a bottle of coke to soothe my throat but my family stay with the original."
Maeve: I grin, "we have one from home over in Ireland which goes When I was one, I had just begun The day I went to sea I climbed aboard a pirate...
Maeve: "Some probably will. Some probably won't, its the induvidual character you have to look at. Do you know any campfire songs?" I say,...
Maeve: "So, they're bound to be partly reasonable." I slip on my brown leather gloves from my pocket and then glance at my star pouch.
Maeve: I think back to the crates "there's two others I think."
Maeve: I bring my knees to my chest and watch the flames flicker.
Maeve: I nod slightly wondering what her main weapon would be.
Maeve: I pull my beanie off my head before shaking it slightly "no I haven't. My photographic memory can't remember a Dayna."