People not having an idea what to do with her was not an entirely new concept to long, creamy haired Maeve. The petite fae girl with locks like the cream you may put in your coffee and those multifaceted violet eyes and a soft smile was a foster child. While Maeve had been born to a wonderful mother who had wanted nothing more than to raise her daughter with all the love she could give, fate had other plans in mind and thus Maeve has spent most of her life going from home to home, running away from each of them, while her foster parents would simply shrug and sigh and tell the pale cream haired child to pack her things, that she was going to another home, while her delicate features would shift into a frown. Never let them see you upset: that was the rule.

The pale golden haired child does not miss the smile on the dark haired man's face. And in that moment, she thinks perhaps everything was going to be okay. The softening of his eyes brings courage to the girl. Perhaps he says, and Maeve is too young to dwell on such words and ponder the meaning of what he has said. The child with hair of pale gold that was so shiny and beautiful it looked as if it were liquid sunshine, just accepts what he says, perhaps was a good enough answer for Maeve.

There were a few times in Maeve's past that she came close to not surviving. Some how she had, of course the golden haired child, through all her innocence, is entirely unaware of the close calls that she faced throughout her childhood. The pale girl no more questioned her own continued existence than she would question why the sky was such a pretty pale blue and the grass was a vibrant green. The only dark hunter that Maeve is aware of is her very own father, the creamy haired girl had met him not all that long ago. That was the only time she had looked into the eyes of a monster with her own violet gaze and perhaps feared for her life and for what was going to happen. But he had spared his daughter, the pale skinned fae that reminded him so much of her mother, and Maeve is not entirely sure why.

His exclamation brings an award winning smile to the little girl's face. "A trick?" She asks, her interest obviously peaked at this statement. "That would be so fun," she comments before giggling, her fear skinned hand coming up to cover her mouth in an impish manner. Of course, she is not thinking that Andras has little experience with children, in fact, she feels so comfortable in his presence, and she finds the fae man quite funny.

Still, she had met other kind and funny people, all he police officers or social workers that had only taken Maeve back to her foster family or had placed her in another unhealthy situation. But his next words, no adult has ever spoken them to her and Maeve carefully roves of the man's face with that strange amethyst gaze of hers, but all she sees is honesty. She holds out her own tiny hand towards his, resting it gently on top of his for only a brief moment before pulling it back and resting both hands in her tiny lap. "I don't think I want to," she says, gaze unwavering towards his own. "They never understand me," she says and though she almost wants to cry, she doesn't, she needed to be strong.

But the fear, the uncertainty and shyness start to disappear after the waitress leaves and Maeve is transported to the land of Somnia, where there are children just like her, with special powers, slight frame, and delicately pointed ears peaking out from the side of their heads. With her hand in his larger one, Maeve feels entirely comfortable with the man, as if she has known him for so long, or had known him when she was very little and they were reuniting now. She is brought back from her day dreams though at the mention of hungry. Eagerly she nods, eyes peering around her just in time to spot a pile of chocolate chip pancakes coming her way. "Oh my goodness," she says excitedly. "Thank you," she says politely to both the waitress and to Andras. She doesn't need telling twice to dig in as she looks over the whip cream, daring to stick her finger in it before bringing it up to her mouth to taste the delicious sweetness of the treat. "I have not had chocolate chip pancakes in years," she exclaims as she begins to eat. In truth, Maeve has most likely only had the treat once or twice in her life, most of her foster families unable to afford the special breakfast item.

She looks up from her plate as Andras begins to speak and though she grows a little shy again, ultimately she just ends up shrugging and taking another bite. "I don't know, I just tell them what to do and they do it," she says after finishing the current bite. "Do you want me to show you?"