The girl with the cream colored hair lays on the dusty ground of the studio, so unaware of the dirt and grime that graces every corner of it, thinking only about how amazing it had been to dance again, even if it was on dirty, creaky floor boards. The beauty of being a child, rarely did that creamy haired girl see what was directly in front of her amethyst eyes, instead she saw what could come about with a handful of dreams and maybe a tiny miracle or two.

And here, enjoying the feeling of having just completed a dance of her own making, Maeve remembers her very first dance recital. She had been only three years old. The child with pale gold locks had spent months preparing with her dance teacher. She had invited everyone she knew to her recital, which was generally contained to her foster parents and her foster siblings. She thought for sure she would have a whole five seats filled, talking excitedly with the other children about their families coming to watch. Maeve knew they would come, they had to. But, in the end, no one had come, and Maeve had gone to her instructor who had pulled those blonde tassels into a perfect bun, a task typically reserved for the dancer's mother or father, or even older sibling. And Maeve had stared out at those five empty seats as she came onto the stage.

But then, it was time to dance. The child with hair like starlight had forgotten her sorrow, the sadness, the wishful thinking and she simply danced, beautiful and elegant (as she could be for only three years old of course.) And that was the moment Maeve had fallen in love with dance, totally and utterly in love.

The pale, little doll child had not the slightest clue of the dark haired woman watching her with chocolate colored eyes as Maeve continues to lay on the musty floor, uncaring of how dirty her leotard and tights would become. But when a strange voice reaches the fae child's ears, that is when Maeve springs into attention, coming to sit up as violet eyes drag themselves around to spot her as she gives the blonde child a compliment. She blushes, light pink in shade, like the beginning of a sunset, casting her gaze downwards in humbleness and shy quietness. "Thank you, ma'am," her silvery voice, though hushed rings out like a clear bell. Quickly she stands up and tosses her maroon dress over her head so that she is not standing in simply tights and a leotard. "I really love dancing," says the girl with peal tinted hair. Maeve eyes Nadya, curiously, it is only when she asks if the girl with hair like pale morning sunshine has an adult nearby that she falters, growing slightly fearful. What if she wanted to take her back to social services? To a foster family. She backs up a few steps, an answer coming quickly to her lips. "Aiden and Tobi are in the ark, not too far from here," she says, purple eyes directing themselves to where she could see the ship in the distance. Maeve having no clue that she was speaking to the sister of the two weres, and that Nadya would only know too well of whom Maeve was speaking of.

With golden eyes that Maeve has come to adore and trust with all her heart, he appears, as she should have known, the ferocious lion was never far from his docile lamb. A smile appears on her pink lips before Maeve is even entirely aware of what she is doing. For a moment, all she sees Roman as she runs towards him and leaps into his arms, knowing without a doubt that he would catch her. He always did.

"Roman," her silvery voice rings out in high soprano notes. The little bird of a girl, gently lowers herself from his arms, remembering that it was not just the two of them. Suddenly, those facial expressions turn ever curious, violet eyes shifting between the lion and the panther. "You two know each other?" She asks, words flowing like silk in the space between the trio, her beautiful, little face turning to each of them once again, but none the less, a kind smile crosses her lips as she turns to Nadya. Surely, if Roman was unafraid of the woman, then Maeve could be too. Besides, no one would take her away while her fierce lion remained by her side, he had promised to never take her back to the foster system, and Maeve knew without a doubt that it would take more than heaven and hell for him to break such a promise to the little fairy. Petite frame then moves close to Roman and hugs him briefly. "Thank you," she says before turning those multifaceted amethyst eyes upon Nadya, her small body moving closer to the woman with dark, onyx hair. She felt the rush of joy go through her at the prospect of adding another to her world now so colorful with friendship. So funny, that the little child should have so many friends in her life, when not so long ago, Maeve had only had her dreams to keep her company and the stars to guide her.

"I'm Maeve," that child with pale golden hair says, high soprano notes like that of a bell or wind chime, or the tickle of high keys on a piano. Her small, fair skinned hand becomes outstretched as she reaches towards Nadya. Violet eyes stare up at her curiously. "You're Nadya?" She asks, guessing at the woman's name from what Roman has said. "Do you dance?" She accompanies her first question, the child with hair like liquid golden is suddenly so very curious about the woman who had complimented her practice session. She too, suddenly realizes what Nadya had said about this being an interesting place to practice and she moves back to Roman's side, taking comfort in the lion's presence. "Am I in trouble for dancing here?" She asks, ashamed, resisting the urge to hide her pale face behind him, but instead continuing to peer towards Nadya with those strange, yet bright lavender eyes of hers. "I just love to dance," she mumbles out, as if that was a perfect answer for anything.