Maeve had only ever seen someone who looked like her once in her life, and that was her mother. The same pale skin, the blonde hair, the violet eyes, Maeve was nearly a carbon copy of her ancient mother. But a man, now this is strange. Maeve knows this is not her father, but it is still so strange. He raises her chin and she feels eyes growing upon her as parents watch another adult touching a child that did not belong to him. "Everyone is staring," that small voice speaks up quietly towards him, only to step back slightly when he removes his hand from her chin, allowing her head to lower. She does not question these things as far as Frost does, Maeve is a child, she thinks it is funny that they look alike, and nothing more. Her hands fall from her ears. It was too late now, he already knew what she was. Maeve understood this was dangerous for others to know what she was outside of her own species and outside the pack that she has found friendship in. She understood to, people would want her, if they knew what she was, but what Maeve's young mind failed to grasp was why? She cannot comprehend the fact that the fae species in and of itself was a true rarity and for dark hunters, this meant they could earn a pretty price for their efforts. And a fae child, well, if adult faes were rare, well, children of the species were even more difficult to locate. Maeve would be a rare and promising find indeed. She had to be cautious.

She knew her pack would protect her, Tetradore and Tobi proving as much in the west when they had gone up against those dark hunters to protect the little girl. Surely, they would save her from this man should he attempt anything? Maeve has no doubts about her furry friends, in her eyes of amethyst, they were the bravest, most wonderful people she has ever known. That they are people too, with faults (Tetra's stoicness, Tobi's behaviors) hardly crosses her mind. Maeve is suddenly distracted though by the quirk of his lip. This strange man was smiling, so perhaps he was nice? She misses the cold tone to his words entirely, distracted by the smile on his face and the way he seemed to know who she was talking about. Hands come together in a quiet clap of excitement. "You know my friends?" She asks, smiling delicately on her face. "Arent they the best?" She says, her voice still small, obviously still shy towards the man, but her heart had warmed considerably towards him all the same.

"I dont know what that means Mr...." Maeve stares at him with an apologetic smile fluttering to her lips as she realizes she doesn't know what this man's name is and she is all too shy to ask. "Are you like, friends or something?" She asks, tilting that pretty, delicate head of hers to the side in confusion. She only offers a shrug to his next comment, Maeve hardly one to drag on and on about unanswerable questions, and more likely to accept the way things as they were when it came to things like the color of the sky or why she and this man look alike. "Me neither," she says to him.

The arrival of the small children though causes Maeve to cast off the shy facade as she bends down to play with them. But it is only the talk between the adults that Maeve's sudden instinct is to dart behind Nadya, an adult she knew, an adult she trusted. Her body only visibly relaxes when her new dance teacher offers her words of reassurance. She smiles shyly for a moment. "So, you love him?" She asks, peering up at the woman throw long, innocent lashes. This is when she turns to Frost and watches as his hand is extended towards her. He says he is an Alpha and she recognizes the term only in relevance to Tetradore, but even then, she is unsure what such a title holds, thinking it no different than calling someone Mr, Mrs, or Ms. "Hello Alpha Frost," she says, extending her own hand in return that fits so easily within his own due to its rather tiny nature. His words catch her though and she stares at him with wide satellite dish eyes of violet. "Vampires?" She asks, casting him a look, unsure of what he meant. "I don't think so," she says, thinking she would not be so easily fooled, she had met Amelia after all, a kind vampire and her darling baby. "I am Maeve, mmm," she ponders what she could say about herself, something similar to what Frost had said. "Future Prima Ballerina," she says, lifting her head a little higher. There, that should do it.

She moves out from behind Nadya then, though still clearly standing closer to the woman than the man. Could you blame her though? Nadya's presence was clearly more inviting for a little girl. Still, Maeve cannot help but continue to steal curious glances towards the blonde man. Lavender gaze turns to Nadya with her question only to drop downwards at the floor as she digs her toe into the ground, this situation a difficult thing for the girl to discuss. "There were some men that wanted me to go with them," she says, still averting her gaze. "And when I wouldn't, they tried to take me. Tetra and Tobi saved me, they said those men would have hurt me." The actual phrase Tobi had said to the girl was 'make her dead,' but Maeve preferred to avoid such words if possible. She shrugs before looking up once more. "I don't know why they wanted me, but I didn't want to go with them. I don't want anyone to take me."