Her eyes are positively wide as she stares at him unashamed in such a way as only children (and perhaps Tobi as well) are able to pull off doing so flawlessly, they are positively aglow with a bright curiosity for the strange man. She absentmindedly takes a stray strand of gossamer hair and tucks it behind her delicately pointed ears as if for safe keeping. She keeps her child size hands close to her body, perhaps an instinctual way of protection, especially when she was so small and he was so large. She can almost see her own curiosity reflected in his dark eyes and, in some way, this comforts the fairy child, understanding that he wonders too of her, just as she wonders of him. A curious animal does not bite, not until it is threatened, of course.

Maeve has been alone most of her life and despite the uncertainty of her where she was headed, never sure of what home she would arrive in next. Whether it would be with open and welcoming arms, or a disinterest in anything but the monthly check that Maeve's mere existence provided for her foster family. But despite all this, Maeve attempted to carry herself with a certain grace and pride in all that she did. Even if she was like the other kids that ran about playgrounds and schoolyards, she would try her best to be a good person, just as her mother had wished for her to become.

A sweet and genuine toned note of laughter passes her lips at his words, realizing that he was right, she most certainly was not alone now. "You were alone too?" She asks suddenly curious. She wonders if maybe the dark chocolate eyed boy had been like her, bouncing around foster homes as if they were juggling her like a ball. But even if he hadn't been, it was always comforting to the violet eyed girl when she met another that knew what loneliness was, especially when it occurred at such a young age. Of course, Maeve had met other foster children, they lived in the same homes as her and all of them shared the same look in their eyes, the look of being lost, the look of someone who didn't know love. Sure, some of them, especially the younger ones, had been able to find their forever families, but Maeve had not been one of those lucky few. Most of the foster kids she knew during her time there, they all expected to age out of the system when they turned 18, when they would be expected to fend for themselves.

She smiles sweetly at him now, entirely grateful at having found his company on this nearly empty street. Maeve would much rather be in the company of a complete stranger than only have herself and her thoughts within this big world. He smiles, albeit the smile is fleeting, his face falls serious and deadpan rather quickly after his lips twitched upwards, but Maeve notices the bright grin all the same and her heart flutters inside her petite breast excitedly. Surely, someone with that beautiful of a smile (however brief it may have been) would not hurt her. Clearly, the child does not know evil grins or how villains lure in sweet children with false words and smiles. Maeve had never read Hansel and Gretel (perhaps she ought to), she doesn't know that something sweet can all to easily be a trap in disguise.

That silvery laughter of the fairy child's finds its way to her lips once more as the leopard boy produces an impression of the one named Tetra, noting the different speech he uses when delving into another's voice. His voice eliminates the pauses, the difficulty. though Maeve is entirely unsure of why this occurs, and because she is no more than a child she does not question such actions. Nor does she even feel weary as the word 'murder' moves passed the dark haired boy's lips. She thinks he uses it in the same way one of her foster siblings would tell another one 'I'll kill you if you touch this,' and such. And while the word is dark and the way he narrows his eyes looks entirely predatory, Maeve thinks nothing of it, content to believe that Tobi is what he appears, a silly boy with a charming smile.

He has never heard the word kid. Of course, the fairy child finds such a thing strange, having been called a kid for her entire life thus far, "okay, kids," "ready, kids?" "come and sit down, kids." The process was repetitive. So, for someone to not know a human child is called a kid, well, Maeve is curious and intrigued nearly immediately as the leopard boy denies her claims. Maeve, ever so young and unused to be the one doing the explaining of knowledge is unsure of how to approach his insistence of her being a kitten, and not a kid. "A kid is a human kitten," she says, trying to explain it using words she hopes are familiar to him, again her sentences short and simple. While Maeve's world may not be simply black and white, it was certainly no colorfully painted Leonid Afremov painting, perhaps there was simply a splash of color or two to make it fun. Suddenly, she sends a downright beaming grin in Tobi's direction, a giggle perching on her lips like the beauty that laughter so very much is, especially when it comes from the mouth's of children. "So I guess you are right, I am a kitten," she says decidedly, thinking perhaps she prefers this term, kitten rather than kid or child.

"Tobi," she repeats the name, letting it roll from her tongue to her lips and into the air. "I am glad I met you today, Tobi," she says excitedly. For, now that she knows the stranger's name, surely he was no longer a stranger. She finds her gaze lingering on his furry appendage that has drawn the girl's attention from the moment she spotted it. But then the leopard boy smiles again and Maeve decides that she likes his grin, however crooked or fleeting they may be, and she decides there and then that she will make him smile as much as a little girl possibly can. And while she has her back to him, showing Tobi that she certainly has no tail, his snickering (while he may have been laughing AT her) only causes the fairy child to life along. She imagines what she would have if she did have a tail. Perhaps one the color of lavender, like the color of her eyes, with a white tip, the same as her hair, but she likes to think it would be as long and fluffy and soft as Tobi's looks to be.

His words confuse her because Maeve has been here such a short time, but she did not think this place had a king since where she lived before had no king. And, then he mentions a horse and Maeve grows excited by the prospect. "I think I would like to meet the horse, I have never seen one in real life up close," she says, thinking back on the pictures she was let her small hand rove over, imagining the long, beautiful manes, braiding tails, and beautiful coat colors. But her curiosity is peeked once more. "Find me? They will never find me," She says, and Maeve only knows of her own experiences and she assumes Tobi means the police or her foster family who no doubt will begin to look for her in the next coming hours.

Suddenly he leaps down from the roof and stands before Maeve, towering over her just as skyscrapers within the city do. Violet eyes rise up over his body until they come to his own eyes of dark brown, a smile ghosting across her pink lips. She can barely contain her excitement when Tobi gives her permission to touch the furry appendage she so longed to feel beneath her small fingertips. Her grins covers nearly her entire face as that hand reaches forward and lays against his tail. "Oh, you're right Tobi, this is certainly the best," she says. Maeve had never touched a leopard's tail before, only watched as they curled around the big cat's body in the confines of a zoo. But here before her stands a were leopard, living and breathing.

So caught up is she in the wonderful feel of the were leopard's tail that it takes her a moment to realize that Tobi is talking and it is only when he says the word 'dead' do those bright amethyst eyes jump to his own of chocolate, fear evident in the way they grow wide and almost shake within the confines of their sockets. She tucks that strand of pale, creamy hair behind her pointed ear once again, though it seemed to be more from nerves than from annoyance of loose hair. But Tobi says he will not hurt her and so Maeve assumes she must be safe with him, maybe he would even protect her if someone should declare to 'make her dead.' But then he proposes an adventure and the fairy child was not one to turn down such a generous offer. A simper of a smile touches her face. "Okay, as long as you keep me safe, I will go and see them, Tobi," she says, moving closer to the leopard boy until she is at his side. "Where do we go?"