In the short span of seven months one thing grew abruptly clear to the young orphan, nothing would ever go according to plan. Maeve had thoroughly inspected the territory a couple dozen times, helplessly called with all her might, but to no avail. Celandine had vanished. From the get go she found herself unable to shake the feeling that the leave was made intentionally, though worry still shook her to the core, coupling with thoughts of dangerous accidents crossing paths with her only surviving friends fate. If news ever traveled to the plateau concerning the well being of their princess' life, well, the fae was almost positive she'd lose all urge to carry on. "Cella!" the colorless youth trembled, taking small steps around the familiar perimeter.
"Cella.. you're not done teaching me yet, you can't... You can't go yet.." tears began to well up in the fae's eyes as she choked out further calls toward the missing Argyris. If recollection served her right, this was the first time Maeve's cried since mourning her mothers death. "Celandine.. Celandine you idiot! C-come back!!" Stopping in her tracks, the orphan found herself unable to do anything but sob. She felt vulnerable, alone, betrayed, and most of all furious. "How could you just up and leave like this? How could you.."
I used to care, I was being cared for.
Maeve Destine-Caravello