Maeve and Raven were perhaps more alike than the other would think. Both thinking they are living in a dream world, but Maeve being such a child as she is, cannot look upon the past as adults so often do, haunted by what has happened, instead she continuously moves forward with that gentle smile on her face as bright and as beautiful as ever. To go from the sad little foster child, into having so many friends and others who looked out for her, the fae child with those strange violet eyes could hardly believe it. But believe it all the same she did.

The child with pale golden hair had gone through most of her young life holding the feeling of being unloved within her petite breast. She could feel it wriggling within her when she would see the other mothers putting their daughter's hair into a bun, as she put bobby pins in her own pale golden bun, having learned to do her own ballet bun because there was no one else. She tried not to look as fathers would playfully tease their children, giving them endless attention, while Maeve was lucky if her foster father even said her name right.

But It would seem those days were a thing of the past. For Maeve, with her pale golden hair had found friendship in some of the most unlikely sources. The pale child had found it within the were big cats of Sacrosanct. From Tobi, the leopard, Roman, the lion, and Aiden, the panther. So strange these large cats should find themselves so willing to help and entertain the pale little fae girl. Though she was eternally grateful for the comfort they provided her with and in the purple eyes of the fae child, they were no different from her, no matter their species.

The young girl looks into the blue grey eyes of the were girl and takes a few steps forward, though the blonde is careful not to move too close to the woman, her shyness like a chain keeping her bound near the door. Though a simper does come to hear fair features as she looks at the woman. The kind-hearted fae child all too willing to trust anyone she came in contact with. Especially when the blonde encountered others within the ark, for everyone she has met so far within its confines had proven to be good to the fairy girl. The two sit in silence, and Maeve begins to assume that the woman is going to reject her. The petite child was certainly not accustomed to people, especially a pack, welcoming her into their home with such open arms.

So many times the child with the gentle smile and violet eyes and ale golden hair had felt that swift sting of rejection. The creamy haired child knew that she was strange, she wasn't a human after all, and perhaps those humans knew, some where deep within their mind, that the pale Maeve was not like them and so their immediate feeling was to cast the girl who offered nothing but a gentle smile and friendship, aside, to get her as far away from them as possible. The lithe girl was differentt, and that was enough of a reason to disregard her. And so the pale fae child simply let it be. Children, although the rejection of those her own age could sting, Maeve often didn't desire the company of those her age, finding their games trivial and meaningless. And, in spite of her differences, the pale girl had always been able to find a group of friends wherever she went. But it was the rejection from her foster parents that the pale child felt the most. In the beginning, Maeve believed she was truly alone and that each new family would perhaps take in the child with hair like straight and treat her as if she were a child of their own flesh and blood, but each time she was left with nothing but disappointment. And so she would run away, only for the cycle to begin all over again.

But the suddenly the woman is moving towards the child and the calmness with which she walks and the way she is so gentle as she reaches those hands out to receive the drawings Maeve worked so hard to make, it enough to bring a soft simper to the child as she realizes she was allowing Maeve to stay, and better yet, was actually taking an interest in the child. But as the blonde hands the drawings of Tetradore and Tobi to the woman, she notices those scars on her arms and then slowly notices them upon her face. "What happened to you?" She asks shyly, averting her gaze from the marks. "Was someone mean to you?" The demure little blonde looks up at Raven, the child always had been is empathetic towards others. Suddenly something curious and almost familiar passes over her innocent features. "Are you Birdie?" She quipped to the woman, remembering Tobi having mentioned a woman before by that name, soft smile on her face as she hopes perhaps her guess may be correct. She smiled then, thinking perhaps she may be correct in her assumption.

The lithe and slender fae child moves closer then to the wolf girl so as to describe the pictures to her. "Look, there is Tobi chasing away dark hunters, and Aiden with a big smile on his face." Oh Maeve, you precious, precious thing, you. "Are you a were too?" She adds the question with a smile. "I could draw a picture of you. Are you a bird?" Well, it was a good guess, try as the child might.