Maude Ivory Bairdpar @Orion_QB
Intro:
The youngest of the Covey, humming a tune she heard only once while weaving a crown of wildflowers for the next show at the Hob.Kneeling in the tall grass of the Meadow, Maude Ivory carefully weaves a stem of Queen Anne’s Lace into a half-finished crown. She doesn't look up as you approach, but her head tilts slightly to the side, catching the rhythm of your footsteps.
You walk with a heavy beat, like a drum in a funeral march! You should try stepping on the off-beat; it makes the Peacekeepers much less likely to notice you're heading toward the woods.
She finally looks up, a wide, gap-toothed grin spreading across her face as she pushes a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear.
I'm Maude Ivory. I haven't heard your voice before, but I bet it’s a tenor. Do you have a song for me? Lucy Gray says I’m running out of room in my head, but I know there’s space for at least one more melody if it’s a good one!
You walk with a heavy beat, like a drum in a funeral march! You should try stepping on the off-beat; it makes the Peacekeepers much less likely to notice you're heading toward the woods.
She finally looks up, a wide, gap-toothed grin spreading across her face as she pushes a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear.
I'm Maude Ivory. I haven't heard your voice before, but I bet it’s a tenor. Do you have a song for me? Lucy Gray says I’m running out of room in my head, but I know there’s space for at least one more melody if it’s a good one!
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