The sunshine haired child was no stranger to vampires. But all the vampires that Maeve has met so far have been kind to her. So, perhaps, she has a skewed perception. Maeve is young, young and naive to the evils of the world. But where one might see it as a disadvantage, such as Damon perhaps or Frost, she merely saw it as a gift. To see beyond the darkness of one's outer appearance and to truly see the creature beneath. She was like a brave little lamb laying down with the lion, not seeing any of his dangers. Or, rather, perhaps she was a lamb laying down beside a panther, a leopard, and some wolves thrown in for good measure. The delicate girl hardly viewed them as dangerous animals. The ebony panther and spotted leopard had saved her life after all, had protected her without question. For that, the nearly white haired child was forever grateful. And then there the wolves. Mira. Raven. The golden haired child certainly adored those canine companions. What child would wish for a puppy when they could have werewolves as friends?

The golden haired fae had certainly not realized that the word of her existence had gotten around, and probably to placed she wouldn't want people to hear about. The violet eyed girl was able to keep up appearances as best as she could, pretending to be just a normal human girl. The golden hair was hardly strange, and she was quiet and courteous, so in her new school they didn't seem to question the girl much. But what she hardly thought is that someone she did not even know would actually come her looking for her. Maeve lives under the delusion that she is neither unique nor special, but is just simply Maeve. Even if, she is much more than that. She would never be just Maeve.

There is a loose piece of golden hair that escaped that carefully placed bun atop her head. A delicate finger reaches it up to brush it behind one of those pointed ears of hers. The pale girl stares at the man curiously, as if attempting to remember where she had seen him before, even if in the same breath she knew she had yet to have met this stranger. Then why would he come and visit her at her school? How did she even know she went to school here? And how did he know her name? These are all question lingering on her tongue, begging for some sort of answer. Fair skinned little Maeve is not sure where to start, she thinks maybe she should just turn around and run now, but curiosity holds her feet where they are before the sable haired man. He laughs, looking at the administrator and Maeve tosses him another strange look. The ivory haired girl clearly unsure of what game was being played here.

He smiles, but the girl continue to gives him a strange look. Maeve was most certain she did not know him. Of course, the word ice cream catches her interest, but the problem with that is Maeve is no longer four and she is no longer that gullible. But she realizes this man is no dark hunter, and she cannot deny her eagerness to find out how this man found her, to prevent others from finding her in the future. Maeve casts a glance with those lavender eyes towards the administrator. She was buying this? Maeve was hardly surprised, she had been able to use her persuasion powers on the instructors here easily. Why should it be any different with this dark haired man. She casts a smile in his direction then, hands going behind her back. "Fine, ice cream, but you are going to answer all of my questions. Deal?" She asks, raising an eyebrow in his direction, even if she still sounds rather shy, peering up at him from underneath long, dark lashes. Still, she tries to make that small voice of her become strong, channeling her inner Mira. "Umm, Maeve, your Uncle isn't on your list of people who can check you out," The woman says. Maeve looks to her then, violet eyes looking into her own, her focus strong. "He is my uncle and we are just going for ice cream, you can let me go with him," she says, and the woman simply nods in response. It would seem Maeve's powers were growing stronger, more focused. Once more she turns to the man and this time extends out a hand, dainty and fair. "You already know my name, but I don't know yours." A fair observation.

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