name; Maeve
gender; female
personality; She's a dreamer, to say the least. A poet and writer, it is debatable that Maeve spends more time lost in her own dreamworld than facing reality. She's always thinking of her hopes and dreams and things she wishes to happen, though really she never truly acts on her words- they're just fantasies, things that probably won't happen. Maybe, she thinks, maybe if I wish hard enough things will happen. "Maybe this story will get published. Maybe they'll take some time to listen to me. Maybe I'll have children of my own one day."
Never one to burden others with her feelings, she pours everything out to a small journal she carries everywhere tucked in her cape. Sometimes even speaking her dearest thoughts and dreams out loud, when nobody can hear her and she is deep in the woods and hidden from sight. Maeve knows she has a strong heart, able to withstand heartbreak. To others, it seems as if nothing upsets her easily. She's convinced herself that some of her dreams just won't come true, even if she tries to believe in them. Move on, self, she'll say. Pull yourself together.
Maeve has a brilliant imagination deriving from her dreams and fantasies. She spins fairytales so delicate and beautiful like dewdrops on a spiderweb. With children she is like a queen in her own kingdom, cherished by all for the jewels she posesses. Her only
trouble sometimes is expressing those beautiful thoughts in her poems and stories. As if they were really dew on a hot summer morning, sometimes her tales seem to evaporate when pen meets paper. Maeve keeps trying though, and she hopes one day she'll create the perfect tale in her little journal.
Slightly timid around viscets her own age, Maeve can't help but feel a little lost among her peers. She hides in the folds of her cloak, masking her face from the outside world. Hoping for the moment when she could return to her own kingdom, her beloved solitude. It takes just the right key to unlock her magic, a key that is sometimes lost when she's with large groups. She's always respectful though, with a sweet and slightly soft voice. Always deferring to others... sometimes wishing she'd stand up for herself.
songs;
Wild Horses
I'll fly away
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes
Flying



























