The golden haired fae hasn't had much experience with vampires in her short life. Well, even if she had met a vampire, Maeve probably would not even know. Sure, vampires fill the scary bedtime stories that the older kids of her many foster homes would tell the younger ones, but Maeve's heart, so in love with the good in the world, she didn't believe that a vampire could be bad. The cream haired girl thought that they were probably just misunderstood creatures. Maeve, the child with skin as pale as a china doll, thought perhaps she could understand why such creatures behaved the way they did. Creamy haired Maeve could not imagine living with a constant want to hurt other humans or even animals for that matter. Clearly, they were not monsters, just misunderstood, and Maeve held firm in that resolute.

Childlike as always. The poor sweet girl seemed detained to stay within her realm of fantasy, of love and light.

Maeve a glimmer of smile sweetly touches her lips as the little girls holds out her hands, the blonde delicately reaching her own pale hand forward to gently touch upon hers. But she then steps back and she sees that flash of emotion over the woman's face, that moment of pity that adults so often gave to the little fae girl. Maeve can recall times when she would be taken in on the first day of school, you know the 'meet the teacher day,' when the kids come to school with their parents and they meet their teacher and the children are able to see the classroom. She remembers being led in with her foster mother and the teacher had come over and bent down to the little girl's height. "It is so nice to meet you and your mother, Maeve," she had said with a smile. And Maeve, little, tiny Maeve who had her thumb in her mouth and stared out with those big, violet eyes of hers, had taken that thumb from her mouth and looked out with a numb look on her face and said: "She's not my mom, I'm a foster kid." By now, even at such a young age, Maeve had known it better to be up front with her situation. Then, that look of pity, the words 'i'm sorry' on the tip of her tongue, her teach had gently reached out and touched her shoulder before speaking with Maeve's foster mother.

Even now, she sees it, but Maeve has learned to look past it, it would be exhausting to constantly feel such pity for oneself. But at least this time when the topic of parents comes up, Maeve was ready, ready with an answer that may not be atypical for a child her age, but it was Maeve's answer all the same. The only answer Maeve needed in her life. Andras, Beylani, and her weres. But then it is Maeve's turn to ask the questions and receive the answers. "Working?" She questions the vampire woman. "But it is so late," she says, and of course to an eight year old, 7:00 would certainly be late. After all, the only plans that remain for Maeve's day are dinner, homework, and perhaps Beylani would read her a story or two. "Do you love him?" The question floats on her soft lips as easily as sand empties from an upside down pail. Love. A difficult concept for a child to grasp, even for one who loves so freely as Maeve. But ever curious is she about the topic.

She smiles. Maeve smiles too. Inside, the pale little girl was glad. For so long in her life everyone had been what is determined 'normal' and finally in Sacrosanct she has found those who are different, like her and it makes the girl not feel so alone. Those violet eyes stand stark against the delicate features of her face as she looks to Amelia. "Good," she says, a simply word. "Good, different is good," she says, believing whole heartedly.

Maeve is offered a walk home, and who is she to deny spending more time with this woman and her baby. "You can walk me home," pale girl says looking at her with eyes of lilac. The little girl with tiny, pointed ears that hide beneath her golden hair for a moment, then reaches into her bag to pull out a cell phone, something she had been given for the use of emergencies. "Let me tell Beylani you are walking me home," she says with a soft smile before sending the message. She then reaches her hand out to Amelia to place it within hers. "Come on, maybe we can even have a snack when we get to me house."