Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on May 10, 2014 6:43:01 GMT
"'ey! 'e didn' bother ya or nothin', did'e? I mean, if 'e did, then that ain' what 'e shoulda done... but ya are sittin' on the fountain. Might be easier ta avoid bein' the center of attention if yer sittin' somewhere else, ya know?" As Danny spoke he looked to where the woman had been gazing so intently. "Who ya lookin' at? Someone ya know over there? Hey! Tha's Clariee-pie! Wonder if she knows who yer watchin'..." Danny plopped down next to the brooding woman and grinned. "M'name's Danny, by the by. Who're you?"
"A word to the wise kid, when you don't want people to know what ye are, you don't bother wearing white blouses eh?" The trousers, belts, and boots were a nice touch, but no matter how *ahem* modest your gender bits may be, white material was quite revealing, and there was a definable difference when it came to the shape of the waist and hips. And "Danny's" petite frame sported more of the hour-glass waist and hip than the standard male mesomorph. Maeve kindly avoided looking at the pretty blonds reaction as she assumed the kid would be doing a self-check right about now. Instead she shifted her eyes back to Clairee.
Clairee was now bright eyed and waving, though her smile was a lazy, familial expression and not one of awestruck wonder - such as the kids standing next to her on the bench. Maeve followed her gaze back to the platoon marching to a halt in front of them with air support swooping in.
"Of course," Maeve muttered under her breath. One of the Donya brothers was beaming in his spiffy blue uniform, standing there in ranks with his chest puffed out. And what was little sister doing? None other than worshiping the system that would wipe out all her kind if given half the chance. Then Mae remembered there was someone else promogating around the fountain and that they could hear her mutterings. And that someone knew Clairee on sight. That might be a good someone for Maeve to get to know. She turned to face the blue eyes.
"Name is Maeve. Maeve Blodeuwedd. I work in some of the local taverns, tossing people out who are too drunk to remember where they left their manners. How is it you know the farmers daughter?" That was maeve for you: short, sweet, and right to the point.