Snippet #2409731

"I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep," Maeve sings out as she makes her way through the outskirts of New York, "And find I'm king of the hill!... Top of the heap!" She snaps her fingers to the Frank Sinatra tune, a smile on her face.

New York, still a dump, it was a dump when she came here when she was a baby. And it was even more a dump now, she smirks a bit, biting her lip. A rustle of movement stops her though. Her eyes flicker watching someone slip into a ruined building and she tilts her head a bit to the side. Someone else? Hmm...

She motions for Thor to follow and she smiles as she darts quickly towards the figure's direction, a dark black dog following behind her at a quick pace. She watches the figure for a moment and smirks, sheathing her dagger and her form slowly becoming shorter and more girlish, and she appeared to be about seven or eight.

She liked strangers, they entertained her, but this guy seemed more than entertaining..She needed to make sure she could trust him.

"H--Hello?" She calls out, her young voice rang like bells through the old building and she watched cautiously through the building, following the man's very light footsteps.

"Is there someone there?" She tilts her head to the side, her red hair falling over her bright blue eyes.