The little girl with hair as bright and pale as starlight finally slumbers in her new bed. That pale golden hair laying in long silky strands across the pillow that sits atop a matters with piles of blankets laying over it, making the child seem smaller than she already was as she sleeps nestled inside the warmth of the comforter and accompanying blankets. Pretty violet eyes remain closed behind lids, the rise and fall of her chest so small and light that it cannot be seen through the fabric. She looks like a little porcelain doll, so pale and fragile seeming, the only way one could actually know she was real was to get so close the sleeping body and hear the very softest of breaths slipping through her lips. The platinum blonde child hadn't been sleeping since she had arrived in Somnia with Andras, the hazel eyed fae man that had taken her here. She was staying in his lodge, with her own little room, with Ida to look after her when Andras had to attend to the many things that required his attention.

Upon first arrival to a land comprised of others who were exactly like the violet eyed child in the way that they were the same breed of supernatural beings, and the blonde girl had not been able to get enough of all the sights, nor stop her endless flow of questions about the fae people. She had spent her first day following around at Ida and Andras's heels, hungry for the knowledge they could provide her, asking question and voicing curiosities in those lyrical vocals of hers. The dainty child though was careful as she plays around the lodge, attempting not be too loud when she knew Andras had work to attend to. So the violet eyes child had spent much of her time in her room drawing or in one of the other many spaces throughout find an open spot to practice her dancing. Maeve with those amethyst eyes of hers was so grateful for Andras having taken her in and she did not wish to be a burden upon him. Though he assured the child that she was not, still Maeve kept her room tidy and her behavior polite and courteous. She wouldn't wish to leave such a place after only having a taste of the beauty of Somnia, the first place Maeve has found where she feels she belongs without a question.

Violet eyes finally open in the late morning hours and her slender frame wriggles out from underneath the layers she had been so peacefully slumbering beneath. Gentle eyes roam the room as she gains her barrings, as she had been doing every morning, realizing where she was, a calm pause washes over her as it did every morning as she realizes that it most certainly had not been all a dream. Relief washes over her as she realizes that she was indeed not dreaming and that this was her new home, Andras and Ida her new family in a sense. She thought this would just feel like another foster home, but despite the fact that Andras was not her biological father, nor step father, or father in any sense of the word, but more her guardian, despite all of this, the lodge did not feel as though simply a temporary home, and Andras neither felt like a temporary guardian in any sense of the word. And for that, Maeve was so grateful and joyous, she didn't know how to express such feelings of gratitude towards the fae man. So she tried to show it with little things, staying tidy, helping with any chores around the house (though more often than not she was shooed away and told to have fun), she would draw pictures for Andras to decorate his office with, and for Ida to take with her. But slowly and surely, she was starting to feel that clutched fist in her chest that told her they would make her leave once they realized what a burden a child was. Though she knew these thoughts were silly, as confirmed by the love and kindness they showed the blonde child with strange violet eyes.

She had forgotten it was like, to be surrounded by people who care about you, both your well being and your emotions, and want to hear about your day, what you learned what you did. Maeve had thought all she had needed was dance, her drawings, and the sun in the sky to be happy. A simper traces her face as she finally decides to climb down from her bed, steps light and fluttery as she then busies herself with making the bed and ensuring it looked the best it possibly could, neat and tidy. When she steps back to admire her work, it prompts a grin to her face as she thinks that Andras couldn't have possibly done it better himself.

Maeve makes her way to the kitchen, still wearing her periwinkle matching pjs, that had kept her warm and cozy all the while it had snowed outside as Maeve can see by letting those lavender eyes look to the outside world. The golden haired child stares out one of the windows, pale sunshine making its way down to the blanket of snow, sending the world into a glittering landscape, so bright it looked like a million diamonds had erupted over the world. She finds some breakfast waiting for her on the table with a glass of orange juice which she eats a few bites of, her excitement it seemed had seemed the appetite of the pale sunshine haired girl, though she does finish her orange juice remembering what she had been told about getting her vitamin C from Roman. But it is when she is putting her dirty dishes into the sink that she spots something out of the corner of her eye: a winter coat that looked to be about the size just right for a child of fae species. She excitedly squeals as she races over to pick it up. There lay a matching pair of winter boots. It had been a lack of warm clothes that had kept Maeve from playing outdoors, but now it would seem the child had no limitations left to bind her to indoor confinement.

Hurriedly, the child runs to her bedroom and opens the dresser drawer to find some suitable outdoors clothes. She pulls on a pair of lavender leggings, the same color as her strange eyes and a light grey sweater to keep her warm out in the frost woodland winter air. Warm socks snug her toes close to one another, ensuring they would remain dry and warm. Then, in what would appear to be but a single bound, Maeve goes from her bedroom to where her winter attire sits. Arms thrust into the black, puffy jacket as feet delicately place themselves within the black snow boots. A white hat adored with a white poofball at the top is placed on top of her head, ensuring she would remain toasty. "I am going to out to play," she calls out as she races out the door and into the snowy landscape with reckless abandon. She had been in the heart of Sacrosanct for so long, she had forgotten what is was like to be away from the city, away fromâ€"everything. It was freeing. She can hear the singing of blue jays filling the still and silent air around her as she simply admired the snowy landscape. Some of the trees were bare as a baby when it is born, but there too were evergreens weighed down by their burdens of ice and snow, yet they remained a deep, preserving green. The cloudless sky was painted a bright light blue as the frigid air picked at the fae girl's tiny, delicate nose. She could feel the ice in her breath, hitting her lungs with a frosty kiss. The chill was exhilarating for Maeve and she shivers not with cold, but excitement.

The golden haired girl loves the sound of the snow crunching beneath her boots as she begins to move away from the lodge and a bit deeper into the woods. The light breeze ruffles her pale golden hair that hangs in long tendrils out from underneath her white, puffball hat. And suddenly, the pale golden haired child feels the urge to run, run like she has never run before. Purple eyes are wild with a carefree abandon that only children can possess. Her petite frame races through the woods and for once Maeve does not run from anything or towards anything, but instead she runs simply for the sake of running.

When she finally slows, the purple eyed girl is unsure for a moment of where she is, the lodge no longer within her line of vision. The pale child then looks to her side and that is when she spots not the lodge, but a cabin, quaint and beautiful. Her curiosity certainly gets the better of her and with a sweet smile on her face, Maeve gracefully moves towards the seemingly isolated cabin. The creamy haired girl feels her heart thrum rhythmically in her chest, but she does not halt her steps. That is until she sees someone sitting within a rocking chair on the porch, a face that Maeve did not recognize. And that is when her entire body freezes, staring wide eyed at the other fae woman. "Hello," she mumbles out. "Who are you?" She asks because she is curious and she is a child, and she just wants to know, who is she? But first...

"I'm Maeve. I come from far away."