Maeve has not yet had a long life. The creamy haired child has only been on this earth for eight, nearly nine years. The girl with the light and gentle smile, with pale skin like fine china and tresses like cream was so, so young, still learn about life and yet she has already gone through so much. She had been separated from her mother at such an early age and had not been aware of her father's identity, only that he was still alive. Then Maeve had been forced to endure bouncing from foster to home to foster home, of course, the child with hair like golden sunshine endured a lot for such a meek hearted little thing. How anyone could be cruel to the girl with those wide, innocent violet eyes, that peer out so sheepishly from underneath those long lashes.

Those violet eyes flutter open now, awakening not to the sound of someone's voice at the door, informing Ms. Maeve that it was time to wake up, instead she was able to wake up at her own time, refreshed and ready for the day. It was Saturday! Which meant typically a day in Sacrosanct doing one of her many activities. Would Roman pick her up for art lessons? Or perhaps violin? The violet eyed girl then suddenly knew where she wanted to go today: the dance studio. With a yelp of excitement Maeve quickly moves off her bed and properly makes it before going to change into an outfit for the day. Maeve slides into a cream colored long sleeve leotard and puts on a pair pair of periwinkle leggings and a cream colored sweatshirt to go over it and protect her from the cold. Afterwards, she puts on her pair of new aqua converse, tying them into a neat bow. Violet eyes peer back at her as she looks in the mirror as she puts her hair up into a ballet bun in practically no time at all. Those delicately pointed ears standing out against her head as a reminder of what she was.

The sound of little feet on the floor can be heard through the cabin as Maeve races downstairs where she grabs some milk and cereal, eager to finish breakfast before she has even taken her first bite. Violet eyes are glazed over as her thoughts already turn to that of turns, leaps, and leg extensions. Once she finishes, she runs once more upstairs to pack her dance bag with ballet slippers, tap shoes, water bottle, extra hair ties, all the essentials for a day at the studio. She hoped Nadya and the other instructors wouldn't mind her coming for extra practice, but she figured she could always go to the Ark if she wasn't able to spend the day at the studio. Purple eyes return to their normal unglazed state as she realizes she ought to pack a snack for Tobi, she wouldn't want to show up empty handed if she were to hang out with the leopard today or this evening. The pale girl quickly looks over the kitchen before finding a chocolate bar which may perhaps appease her friend. Well, it was worth a shot.

With bag packed, pale golden hair in a bun, Maeve was ready to head to into the city and to the dance studio. She touches one of the portal objects and is immediately in the city, standing beside her dance studio, a wide grin on the child's face as the sun touches down upon the hair like liquid gold. Excitement bubbles in tiny chest as she takes the familiar, short walk to the dance studio. Typically, Maeve was not allowed to walk any where by herself, but this path the cream haired girl knew quite well, she could make her way there even if she closed those strange, multifaceted violet eyes of hers. Her lips quirk upwards into an angelic smile as she continues walking. Besides, Roman was usually around to walk with her, and Nadya was so close by that Maeve was hardly ever in any danger. Nothing could touch the creamy haired child without a possible uproar ensuing, Maeve was hardly short of protectors. The pale girl gets to the front of the dance studio, small smile on her face as she opens the door and steps inside.

She scans the area, looking at the different faces at the studio on this day, but she doesn't see the woman with long, dark hair. "Nadya?" She calls out to the woman, Maeve's voice tiny, but with a strange, almost adult like quality to it. So busy are those eyes of violet as she attempts to search out for the woman that she doesn't even notice as her body suddenly collides with another much larger one. "Oh, whoops," she says, immediately panicked and dropping that beautiful face of hers downwards. "Sorry."