[center][h1][i]MAEVE[/i][/h1][/center]
[center][i]The Beautiful (II), The Queen (I), The Temptress (I)[/i][/center]

Maeve watched from a height as King Brentylwith and his host of [i]lessers[/i] fled from what remained of her army. The Perfected Fae took claim to both Sullied and Unsullied holdings now. The desert behind both forests had been a surprise to her, for she had no memory of it when she had been like them. It added to the victory at hand, for she knew they would suffer, as she suffered. Still, it was a bittersweet victory that won her nothing but a sadness that gnawed at her core. A depression so profound, that Maeve felt as if she could cast herself into the deep waters of the sea and still fall deeper into the abyss...

For Tingalina was now but dust, and she had killed her. 

Maeve fell to her hands and knees upon the overlook, and silently wept for the first time. Tears of energy fell from her face, where they splashed upon the earth it grew blackened and corrupt. She cried for Tingalina, her love of loves, her sweet laugh on summer nights, her golden locks, the way she-

Clear as day she saw it again, the fateful blow, the look of betrayal in Tingalina's eyes. She had not wanted it, for Tingalina to return to dust. But Maeve had lost herself in anger, and before she knew it, it was already too late to stop. She did not even have time to hold Tingalina before she became nothing. No- she had to watch her lover die, hands outstretched but only air slipping through her fingers. It was over... she was gone... just like that.

Maeve's seclusion was interrupted by a Perfected Unsullied, her voice like cold water splashing her from a fog, Maeve snapped her head to look at the Fae and the Fae spoke, unsure of herself, 'My Queen, the Zalsarix... They have started back to the mountains in frantic hurry. There are rumors... the scream from the battle-'

'What-' Came Maeve's weak voice at first, but she coughed and her regal nature gave way to a richer voice, 'What is your name?' Maeve interrupted the Fae. Her composure steadily returning to what it was supposed to be. She was a Queen, and needed to act like one around her people. Depressed as she was, she could not be seen as weak or anything but in charge, and as much as it pained her to go on- she had to.

'I- My name is Aina, my Queen.' the timid fae replied after a moment.

Maeve stood up, towering over Aina as she spoke, her rich voice full of melancholy, 'Aina... What a lovely name.' Maeve stated before stroking the Fae's cheek with one of her long fingers. 'Listen closely, I have a task for you.'

[hider=Post Summary]
Maeve sinks into a depression even with victory of the 'Lesser' Fae as she calls them. 
She recounts the fatal blow that ended Tingalina's life, returning her to but dust and leaving Maeve alone.
She is interrupted in her grieving by a Fae called Aina, who says that the Zalsarix are running back to the Mountains in haste.
Not wanting to be seen as weak in front of her, Maeve buries her depression but some of it still leaks through and addresses her.
The post ends on Maeve giving Aina an unknown task.
[hider=Prestige Summary]
Maeve:
The Beautiful (II), The Queen (I), The Temptress (I)
+3 Prestige Starting
No prestige spent
+2 Prestige for having a main post
= +5 Prestige
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