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Maeve waited for the Princess to first be seated before she followed suit. She unclipped her cloak allowing it to drape on the head of the chair before fully sitting down. The view was indeed incredible as Maeve valued sights such as these; the nature of the world. The small details that others took for granted every day. She smiled at Isadora as she went on to say that the gift was unnecessary. But the generosity of your invitation is something that can no go unrewarded. It is a gift on its own. Maeve did not meet many royals who welcomed her into their castle; it was a rare kindness and for that, she was greatly appreciative.

Maeve continued to smile gratefully at Isadora`s reaction to her gift and the compliments she bestowed on her. Thank you. To hear a woman such as yourself say these things is highly valuable. Maeve paused, giving a nod to the servant before she left the room. If I may be a bit vocal for a moment My Lady, she began to say, hesitating for a second before continuing her sentence. She was not sure if Isadora would be offended by what Maeve was about to ask, or if she would regard it as rude. Either way, Maeve felt the need to question it for it was part of the reason she was here in the first place.

What made you so reluctant to accept the necklace yesterday? Was there something about it that she did not like? Whether that something was the design, or what one of the stones stood for. You wear it today, and it looks as if it was made solely for you. It suited her perfectly, and from the moment Maeve had met the Princess, she knew it would. But when you first laid eyes on it, I sensed some hesitation. If I may inquire as to the reason of this. Maeve made sure she phrased the question as politely as she could, and made sure her voice , as always, was soft so that no one else could hear but her...just in case.

Maeve wasted no time. The journey to Mabon was quick and swift, and in his unconscious state, he would not know how to get there until he was lead out. Once they entered Maeve felt such a wonderful sense of comfort. Of course she could not allow herself to swell in this happiness for too long for a dear friend of theirs was horribly injured and she would not risk a second that could be his last. She was feeling him weaken, feeling his pain, and wanted to bring all his suffering to an end.

A few faeries gathered around her, helping her and the man down. They were not alarmed to see her have brought someone into their world. They trusted her, and knew she would not do anything to further jeopardize their existence. One of them in particular recognized Alistair: the one he had saved. They carried him over to a bed in the Queen's palace. Maeve followed with every step, even seating herself next to him as the highest healer came in to take a look at the victim.

Ro naa harwa sai myar, Sidda. She felt more tears in her eyes as everyone else left the room so that the healer could do is work. She watched him intently, gently taking his hand for further reassurance. You will not die, she whispered in a very sincere voice. It was not denial, for she could tell that the healer was optimistic in his ability to save this man. He put his hand on the druid's forehead, and began to recite a few foreign poetic words. He would be fine; Maevewas certain of this.

It was the next afternoon and Maeve had no intention of setting up her small shop, which really as only a cherade for she did not do it for monetary gain. It was just the easiest way to meet others while avoiding suspicion. She had however, not met anyone as interesting as Isadora so for that reason, she was looking forward to going over and having tea, hoping to engage in conversation. She also knew she could not be too intrusive. She would be in her home, and therefore had to be a polite guest which would not be too difficult.

And as a guest, she could not enter the castle empty handed. She had to take something, and decided to make something for the Princess. She had the entire morning and ended up making something native to her land, but unrecognized by those outside her realm. Maeve never left Mabon wearing her crown; she left it behind for it would look far too rich for the image she was trying to portray. So she decided to make one for Isadora. She made sure the design was intricate, while keeping it fairly simple and elegant so that she could wear it without looking overly extravagant. It could be something regarded as just a head band, or unique crown, but Maeve wondered if she would ever Isadora would ever know the origin of it...if she would ever reveal it. (CLICK to see crown!])

Once it was done, she wrapped it in silk cloth and tied a ribbon around it, as she had to ensure it look presentable. She then pulled her cloak over her dress and began to head towards the castle. She was easily enough welcomed, with a few questions regarding what was in the parcel she had brought with her. She was lead to the room by one of the servants, and took down her hood as she thought it was a bit rude to wear it now. Maeve took the opportunity on their short walk to look at the design in the castle, noticing how different it was from the one in her home. She enjoyed looking at all the differences and she did not have to see the entirety of it to determine that it was a beautiful castle.

The servant then entered the room that Isadora was waiting, and Maeve bowed in her presence. The servant did the same before leaving. You have a beautiful home My Lady, she said honestly. I have not seen many castles, but this one is extraordinary. She then took a couple of steps towards her I thank you again for this very generous invitation, and while I can not express my full gratitude, She then held out the parcel for her to take.

Maeve's expression transformed into a more serene one, as she gave her a sincere smile. Such an invitation would be the highest honor of any traveler. This was not a lie for Maeve really did want to spend more time with this woman. She had no ulterior motives. Something that always surprised her with humans was the idea of helping another with the idea of reciprocity, expecting something in return. What happened to helping someone for the sheer desire of wanting to see them happy and content? Gone seemed these days, and now people became more greedy and ruthless with their own secret plots and intentions. Maeve did not understand this, and doubted that she ever would.

I must thank you in advance for his very generous act of yours. Gwent is blessed to have such a kind and compassionate leader. She was not Queen yet, this Maeve knew, but according to the rules of kingdoms, she would be...one day. It only raised Maeve`s curiosity as to why she sensed so much, distraught from her. But she would not ask again; she would wait for this time and place and Isadora had so kindly designated.

I look forward to it she added, lowering herself into another curtsy. Be in peace My Lady, she said in a soothing voice. And do not despair for there is always hope, she reiterated unsure if it would provide her with any comfort, but she felt the need to say as much as she could before tomorrow. She did not know specifically what she was providing her with hope for, but would try to find out tomorrow.

Maeve was outside of her home. Outside of her comfort zone, but she showed no discomfort in being here. It was nice, to see the new surroundings and encounter a new language and culture. If only the circumstances of her travels had been better. The Great Purge was not too long ago, and it had greatly negatively impacted her people. They were already diminishing due to the increasing danger throughout the land and the people starting to steer away from the Old Religion. Whatever the reason, she was out of Mabon, trying to find an answer to this horrible problem. She feared that in the next 100 years, Faeries would only be a legend. A myth, for this would become extinct.

She could not let this happen. She would not let this happen.

She was clad in her cloak, her hood covering her head to hide her pointed ears. It was one of the only things that prevented her from looking like a completely ordinary human being. These were dangerous times, especially now, and she had to ensure that she was as cautious as possible. She could not abandon her people, which was why she was out here in the first place.

She noticed a man approaching her. Though he did not have a warm or welcoming demeanor, she sensed no hostility from him either. She watched him, just as he was watching her and when he stood in front of Maeve, she just continued to lock eyes on him. There was something about this man. What that something was, she could not define, but it made him different. This intrigued her enough to stand in his presence, and explain why he had approached a stranger in the first place.

While Maeve did not physically see anything, she suddenly felt something. It was pain. Not emotional pain necessarily but the more dominant was physical pain. Pain and weakness. She looked around the area, the trees concealing any sort of sight of someone who could be the source of this. But that did not discourage her or force her to let it go. She was not that passive; she felt the necessity to do something, for she could have the power to help him.

Mirshann she said, quickly mounting onto the horse's back. She leaned forward, whispering into the horses' ear. Enkanu yassen seere And with those words, the horse rode off, knowing exactly where to go without her having to guide him. They shared that connection, and he did not fail to bring her to the man who was suffering. When she saw him, she dismounted from her horse once again, keeping her cloak up for the time being until she could get a better look at him.

His pain was so strong, she found herself holding back tears as she did not deal well with these kinds of emotions and qualities. She stood in front of the man on his horse, hoping to stop him in his path. She could see the red stain, slowing growing in size. When he was close enough to hear her, she began to speak. You are gravely wounded She was not pointing out the obvious, she was merely stating that she could clearly see it. Her voice was soft, but it held a genuine concern for him. She had never met the man, nor did she know who he was, but she still worried for him. Allow me to help you. She continued, in the same tone of voice.

Maeve could tell the uneasiness in the Princess when the conversation was taking a more intense turn. It made sense, and Maeve could completely understand. At the same time, she felt immense relief that Isadora was not simply walking away, or continuing to deny anything. Quite the opposite; she was suggesting they meet at a later time, in a more private setting, she assumed. This caused Maeve great ease of mind. She wanted to help her; she felt compelled to help her.

It was ironic; here she was, seeking out somewhere to help her and her people, and now she had the opportunity to possibly help this woman, even if it was to only listen. While Maeve did not do it for reciprocity, expecting anything in return, she wondered if one day, she would have the power and means to help her people. Maeve was a desperate woman, and any kindness shown towards her, only increased her hope.

A soft smile formed on Maeve's lips. My Lady I will be staying in the nearest motel for the night. I would truly love to be in your company again though, at your convenience of course. She imagined it would be more difficult for Isadora to be lenient as to where she could go, than it was for Maeve. She was regarded as a nomad. The Princess was in the public eye. But she was very eager to continue their conversation, in a place that would make her more comfortable and where she could talk with ease. Maeve lowered her voice when speaking again. Where would be a place of more comfort for you? She asked, ensuring that those around them, who she had only noticed when Isadora had looked, could not hear.

There was pain in her. Maeve did not know why, what had caused it, why was it so strong. But there was something there. She was not shy to ask, for she felt a comfort with this woman. She knew her limits when conversing with certain people but with her, who now identified herself as Lady Isadora, Maeve felt she could ask without causing offense of being penalized for her curiosity. Now whether she would answer or not, was an entirely different story.

This time, Meave stood up. Furthermore, she walked to the other side of her table so that she was standing in front of Isadora now, but still with some distance between them. In a drawn out, elegant bow, she curtsied, lowering her gaze to the ground for a few moments before standing straight again. It is a wonderful honor and pleasure to make your acquaintance, she told her rather honestly. I thank you for granting open access to your land, Perhaps it was a strange thing to thank someone for, but she did feel grateful that she was not encountered by unwelcome guards or anyone to discourage her from coming. She had faced such opposition before, but it would not be here.

I am Maeve, she told her formally, though leaving her title behind her. She often did not use it, not only because it would raise the question of which kingdom she was royalty of, but because she found no purpose in it. Her people recognized her, and that was all that mattered to the Queen. She then began to take a few steps towards Isadora. The necklace was in the Princess' hand and so gently closed Isadora's hand so that she was clasping the necklace in her palm. She did this so that Isadora knew the necklace was hers (perhaps she was destined to have this piece of jewelry), and more discreetly, she wanted to feel her emotions more strongly. Feeling them, only caused sadness in Maeve and she was never good at concealing her emotions. Her eyes showed this sadness.

My Lady, what causes you distress? Why is there such sadness in your heart? Maeve did not presume she knew this woman, but she could not help and question it. She was not shy. She knew the social protocol; not to touch others of nobility or royalty if you were regarded to be lesser in status. But this did not stop Maeve. She looked directly into Isadora's eyes, holding that gaze while her eyes glistened ever so slightly with tears.