Those bright eyes of violet never leave the ancient man. So enthralled is Maeve with simply his presence. He asks her to recount the tale of the panther and leopard saving her and how can the fae girl resist? "Okay, I can tell you," she says in that delicate voice of hers. She watches him for just a moment, ensuring his attention was on her before she would tell him the story of her valiant rescue by her noble knights. "I met Tobi and...did you know he calls me a kitten? It is so funny," she says, clearly growing distracted for a moment. "Mira calls me Kitcat," she adds before getting back on topic. "We went over to this area by the docks and we saw some dark hunters," she says, that high pitched voice of hers attempting to become lowered to create some sort of ambiance of danger. "We turned away for like just a second and they were gone," she says, Maeve's hands waving in front of her in a sign of how quickly it had seemed to of occurred. Her voice grows even more quiet now, violet eyes narrowing, clearly coming to a dramatic portion of the story. But, Maeve hardly leaves her audience waiting for long as she is eager to continue the story. "Then they were right behind us and they tried to take me but then Tetradore showed up and he and Tobi saved me," she finishes almost out of breath as she slides that almost snow white hair behind a pointed ear. The gratitude and admiration is clear in her voice, in those violet eyes of hers. She loved her boys, with all her heart.

She likes his laughter, the little girl decides. Maeve finds her own smile with his words, that tinkling laughter of her own tickling her lips in the process. This is then when the fae girl with hair of white gold studies the ancient fae man for just a moment. "How old are you exactly, Matteo?" She asks, almost raising an eyebrow above one of those strange violet eyes of hers. "Are you old enough to be a grandpa?" She then asks. While the topic of immortality has been brought up to Maeve, it was still difficult for her to fully comprehend, and perhaps, a part of this, was her wish not to fully understand such a thing. The fact that she would continue living long after her friends and everything she knew would be gone, it was heartbreaking.

Her fingers, so tiny when compared to the grown man's, clutch his with a feather lightness for just the briefest of moments before releasing, opening the violet eyes that she had not entirely realized she had closed for just a moment, trying to not let the fear that beckoned at her doors to grip against her faint heart. "Thank you for finding me, Matteo," she says then, and despite that same lyrical, high pitched tone of her young voice, there is no doubt a sense of maturity to it. The voice of a child that has seen far too much, and experienced too many things, and was no endeared with a great responsibility to large for her slight and dainty shoulders to hold.

Those violet eyes shift easily to the doll that the fae man has summoned. But as she speaks of her companion's past, it would seem, Matteo had an explanation for that too. "It is fun to see them," she says, thinking back on the first vision she had ever experienced, it had been of Tetradore, but true to what Matteo has spoken to her, Maeve holds this secret to her heart, knowing she would share it with no one other than the panther man himself. "I have secrets," she says then, tilting that pretty little head of hers. Secrets she had indeed. Secrets she has never told a soul, about her father, about her mother, and another gift that harbors beneath her bones that Maeve hardly understands.

"But I'm not a grown up," she says then, how can she be trusted to make sure big decisions all on her own. Violet eyes dart downwards towards her laps as she fiddles with her fingers and moves in her seat with some sense of nervousness. Maeve then peers up at the man through those long, innocent lashes, a question clearly sitting upon the lithe, pale, little girl's lips. "Can I...will you...I mean if you are around," she clearly does not know how to ask this question. "Can I ask you for help if I need it? Will I see you again?" She asks, a wish in her heart located in that petite breast of hers.

This concept, of the future, Maeve was understanding it, but still, it was a large and difficult topic. One that most adults even seemed to struggle with, so what could be expected of a child? "I understand," she says. Still, that bright face saddens slightly. "I don't know if I like all these secrets," she says, thinking about the burden she was now destined to bare. The next thing she says though, once more speaks to that wisdom beyond her years. "The future is not something to be known," she says, shaking her head lightly. It would seem, in so many ways, by the fact that she had been born a fae, that she was living and breathing, the very way she can see through time, it defied what balance nature has set, and nature would always try to right itself, even if it hurt a little golden haired girl.

She leans forward as he begins to speak of how to block the unwanted visions. "A wall, okay," she says, nodding her head, closing violet eyes for a moment as Maeve pictures the wall that she will come to call upon in time. She opens her eyes then, the blonde girl looking to Matteo with something akin to adoration for the man. "Thank you, Matteo," she says, smiling once more, as if she had entirely forgotten about the dangers she would now face. She feels another question linger on tongue and she hardly dares to hold back. "Matteo, are we going to be friends? Because I think I would like that."

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