Maeve lived for sunshine. The blonde fae would certainly make a terrible vampire to say the least. The delicate child loved the feeling of the sunshine touching against her face, setting her pale golden hair aglow. but the golden haired child also loved the rain and the snow, as well as that bright sunshine. She remembered going down to the lake front with one of her foster families and she would pretend that she was at the ocean. While Maeve had no love in her heart for that particular family, she did love those summer days by the lake. One of the older girls had taken that golden hair of Maeve's and braided the long, blonde hair into two french braids, exposing those delicately pointed ears. She had said it would keep that blonde hair from going everywhere when she was splashing and playing in the water. So the golden haired child had loaded into the van along with all the other kids that summer's day, a faint smile tracing her lips. And that day Maeve had played just as any other child, splashing in the waters, building sand castles, and eating sandwiches on beach towels, and letting the sun touch her face like a gracious mother. The golden haired child looks back on the memory quite fondly.

The child with white golden hair and delicately pointed ears is unaware of the hunger that wanes in the girl. She thinks that this other child is the same as her, well perhaps not a fae, but Maeve considered her to be nothing more than another kid at the park. The blonde makes eye contact with the other blonde haired child, finding contentment in being with another her own age (Maeve is entirely unaware of how old Anna actually is.)

Like any child, the blonde has certainly stumbled a time or two, this fall from the monkey bars certainly not being her first. And the scrap upon her is also not the first for Maeve to have received. She after all, or the most part, was a normal child, if aside from her powers, her fae birth mother, the pointed ears, and those strange violet eyes. Those amethyst eyes drop to where Anna clenches her dress, and that empathetic fae child wonders if something may be wrong with her new found acquaintance, but she does not know whether or not to ask her if everything was alright. She brushes a loose strand of golden hair back as she looks to the older girl as she speaks words of playground wisdom to the fae girl with locks like white gold. She nods in response, taking the older child's words to be true, Maeve so innocent she would never even guess that another would lead her in the wrong direction. "Chalk," the petite child repeats with a small bob of her fragile looking head adorned with those delicately pointed ears.

Maeve feels a smile cross that pale as cream face as she reaches her hands steadily one at a time across those monkey bars. When she then lands on the other side, that smile is then directed to the girl whose advice had no doubt gotten the fae girl across those troublesome monkey bars. "Thank you," she says in that almost sing song way of hers, that high soprano voice. "Anna Marie," the golden haired child says. "I love your name," she compliments the older girl.

She ties that head filled with hair of pale gold at the mention of a tea party, something that certainly sounded all too enticing. "Do you get to drink real tea or imaginary tea?" Maeve asks, recalling her own times of playing tea party and her foster parents insisting how tea would only stain the carpet, thus resigning the children of the home to pretend to drink the hot liquid out of the plastic cups whilst making little slurping noises to promote the imaginary play. She talks about her home and for a child such as Maeve that grew up with so little, well, this sounds all the more exciting having a house large enough to play hide and seek in, dolls, and cookies. It was every little girl's dream. The girl's pale face lights up at the thought of spending the day playing with her new friend, but just as quickly a frown finds her face, settling upon her lightly rose tinted lips. "I am supposed to wait here," the sunshine child says sadly. "But that sounds so fun, could we have a play date this evening?" She asks, knowing Roman would be back around before long, but the child knew he would be sent into a whirling panic should he return from his job and not spot the golden haired girl on the playground. "Will your parents be okay with me coming over?" She asks, peering at the girl through dark lashes with an apologetic smile.