It's Cold

Maeve Miller walked upon the cold hard ground, breathing in and just plain enjoying the time that she got to herself. It was moments like these that she wished time would slow down, so she could live forever in this chillingly beautiful moment. The only thing she would change? The weather. Frost climbed up the trees, and she could see the sky looking up- something she used to be unable to do because all of the leaves were in the way, but now that they were on the ground beneath her feet, the white sky was dying for attention.

The shy daughter of Morpheus was wearing a black sweatshirt that was too big and covered her black-nailed fingers, and legs down to inner thigh. Across her just, in white read 'Mundane'. (Yes, she has read The Mortal Instruments.) Her light brown hair was covered by a light blue beanie, and her tattered blue jeans were tucked into her tan Uggs. She would have looked like a normal 15 year-old girl... if not for the 3-foot long celestial bronze sword in its scabbard at her hip. Her minty-green eyes were wide with wonder as she studied her surroundings.

Maeve heard heard something behind her, given away by the crunches of the leaves. Expecting it to be either a predator or an enemy, (not that she really had any) she pulled the sword out and spun around, expecting the thing to be either a monster or someone from the Ares cabin that she had somehow pissed off. And the thing trying to attack her was... a boy who looked her age wearing glasses and a sweatshirt. "Oh, um..." she put the sword away, slightly embarrassed. A light pink tinted in her cheeks. "Sorry."

Maeve bit her lip as she watched the boy struggle with his words. Ryan, he had said his name was. "Maeve," was all she replied with. Since she was practically selectively mute, she never said much. She shook her head, a few stands of hair coming out from the high bun that was hidden under her beanie. "And- don't be sorry. There are so many more things in the world to be sorry for. All you did was scare me a little." she smiled half-halfheartedly at him.

Maeve froze when the boy moved closer to her. She was very shy and didn't do good around people. Not like she used to, before the... accident. She shook her head, ridding the memories.
Slowly, she put her sword back into the case at her hip, and she balled up the sleeves of her sweatshirt into her fists.
"Likewise, Ryan." she said softly. Suddenly, she got curious. "What are you doing?" she asked.

Maeve didn't turn when Ryan went around her - she just watched him by looking over her shoulder. She agreed with him - the trees were gorgeous, and she was happy that there was wind, because at Camp Half-Blood, there usually wasn't. Speaking of wind, a cold breeze blew past Mae, and she shivered, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to keep warm.

Maeve gave a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, kind of." she smiled wider when he complimented      her. "Thanks. I like yours, too." Oh, gods. This was turning into one of those tiny little coversations that she avoided... or tried to. Wait... did he say that he was making the wind? "Who's your god parent?" she asked, suddenly curious.

"Morpheus." Maeve answered. When Ryan looked her up and down, Mae got self-conscious.  "The god of dreams gone down the drain." she muttered, looking away.

Maeve had to think about that. "About... seven months." she thought back to the days after the accident. The foster homes, her stepfather.... once again, she shook away the memories. "What about you?"

Maeve noticed that Ryan was choking up, and decided that she had to do something. Sure, she might not know him that well, and she might be shy, but that doesn't mean she could just stand there uncomfortably and watch him tear up. She moved to where he was sitting, and knelt before him, looking up at him. She put her hand under his chin and bought his face up, so he was looking at her. "Are you alright?" she asked quietly.

Maeve kept quiet as Ryan told her what had happened. She shook her head at his question. "Only half siblings from my dad's side." she looked down. "I'm really sorry that happened to you."

Maeve didn't entirely agree with Ryan. It wasn't his fault. Seeing his hand, she froze for a minute, unsure of what to do, but she accepted it and stood up.

OOC: sorry, my laptops being weird. Its kind of hard to make long posts.

After helping her up, Ryan began to roam away. He glanced back at her and waved her on. He smiled and wiped his eyes for the last time today. He adjusted his glasses and beanie. He put out his arm for accompaniment, hoping she would hook onto his arm as they walked.

OOC: It's no problem. I can fill between the lines :P

Maeve smiled and hooked her arm with his, and they began to walk. She couldn't help but think he was somewhat... adorable. With the glasses and the beanie, he was her definition of cute.

Maeve loved the crunching sound of the leaves beneath her feet, and with every crunchy-looking leaf there was, Maeve went out of her way to step on it. She kept looking up at the beautiful white sky, and enjoyed Ryan's company. She felt at ease around him... hmmm, that's strange. She almost never had that feeling. Oh well.