For a nineteen year old, Maeve Malone?s approach to life was much more serious than it should have been for a girl her age. Her rather secluded life in the Edge had been filled with the Tribe?s constant struggle to stop the ithunzibasa, the ?Burning Shadows? who poached the animals of Myobi to near extinction. It left little time for games and schoolgirl crushes.
Today though, Maeve actually whistled while she walked, keeping her eye out for an apple orchard. Of the things that lifted her spirits, working with animals was at the top of the list. She felt much more at ease at the prospect of dealing with a new breed than she ever did at the idea of dealing with new people.
Thrust into a new life in RhyDin, her social awkwardness had inadvertently paid off for once. Who would have guessed that topping over an apple cart could prove to be so lucrative? When Maeve clumsily bumped into Aubri?s cart in the Marketplace, she had asked to pay for the ruined fruits and pastries in her embarrassment. Aubri?s refusal prompted Maeve to offer a trade instead as she gave the woman a photograph she had taken of Zizi, one of the giraffes currently living on the soon-to-be-opened RhyDin Wildlife Refuge. Seeing the picture, Aubri had proposed that Maeve might find some work photographing the pegasi at her grandmother?s stable.
Not only did Maeve (and the Refuge for that matter) need the money, but she was fascinated by Aubri?s description of the pegasi. They did not have any creatures like that in Myobi.
Finding the orchard, Maeve made her way onto the grounds of the Lion?s Pride. She had even put a smidgen of thought into her appearance for the occasion, having combed back her hair and put on her relatively nicer cropped fatigue cargo pants and a linen button-down shirt. Her camera bag slung across her chest, she stopped the first person she came across, hoping she had not been fed an empty promise.
?Ex-cuse me, you have the horses who fly here, ja? Aubri said I could come and make the funds for taking their pictures.?
Today though, Maeve actually whistled while she walked, keeping her eye out for an apple orchard. Of the things that lifted her spirits, working with animals was at the top of the list. She felt much more at ease at the prospect of dealing with a new breed than she ever did at the idea of dealing with new people.
Thrust into a new life in RhyDin, her social awkwardness had inadvertently paid off for once. Who would have guessed that topping over an apple cart could prove to be so lucrative? When Maeve clumsily bumped into Aubri?s cart in the Marketplace, she had asked to pay for the ruined fruits and pastries in her embarrassment. Aubri?s refusal prompted Maeve to offer a trade instead as she gave the woman a photograph she had taken of Zizi, one of the giraffes currently living on the soon-to-be-opened RhyDin Wildlife Refuge. Seeing the picture, Aubri had proposed that Maeve might find some work photographing the pegasi at her grandmother?s stable.
Not only did Maeve (and the Refuge for that matter) need the money, but she was fascinated by Aubri?s description of the pegasi. They did not have any creatures like that in Myobi.
Finding the orchard, Maeve made her way onto the grounds of the Lion?s Pride. She had even put a smidgen of thought into her appearance for the occasion, having combed back her hair and put on her relatively nicer cropped fatigue cargo pants and a linen button-down shirt. Her camera bag slung across her chest, she stopped the first person she came across, hoping she had not been fed an empty promise.
?Ex-cuse me, you have the horses who fly here, ja? Aubri said I could come and make the funds for taking their pictures.?