Maeve
(#18380553)
Level 1 Imperial
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.75 m
Wingspan
19.48 m
Weight
8103.73 kg
Genetics
Royal
Jupiter
Jupiter
Royal
Butterfly
Butterfly
Aqua
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Every day Maeve held council alongside her King and husband, Baxil. As he handled the decisions for the kingdom, she found the people to ensure they were possible, leading the seeker over to them in person, chatting merrily along the way. The one doctor in town who specialized in the cure a man sought for his mother. The artisan who could best match the architectural style needed for a new public center. The dragon who had lived an important moment and was able to fill in the missing pieces in the latest work of the local historian. “She’s like a library,” one dragon said, “the card catalogue to our kingdom.” “How do you do it?” Still others would ask. It was simple; Maeve took a genuine interest in people.
It was the small details in things. A missing stitch in a garment here, or a scuff on a dinner plate there. For her own part, Maeve did not mind it, “but the guests will,” she astutely noted with a kind nod. She knew this, for she had taken the time to speak with them upon their arrival, guiding them to their rooms, learning the details of their lives and wants and troubles. There was no criticism in her voice as she picked the cloth and plate up in turn, passing one to the seamstress and the other to the waiter with her heartfelt thanks. Dinner was much the same. “I believe what the ambassador is saying is that they have not the resources to repair the damage from the recent floods,” Maeve corrected as the conversation began to take a sharper turn, an argument hanging readily in the word-saturated air like a summer storm ready to burst. “While we do not have the gold or gems to aid monetarily, our Kingdom was fortunately spared this disaster and I would be happy to put you in contact with our trusted contractor and mason. We will see to it that our cherished neighbors are well at ease, your strength is our strength, and ours is yours.” And so dinner continued with good cheer. Things just worked when Maeve was around.
But it had not always been that way. “In this world you have to put yourself first,” her father told her after a hard winter, “It is the only way to survive.” When their family came across a pair of people squabbling in the street, Maeve stepped forward, an idea in mind. “It’s not your business, and it is impolite to snoop,” her mother reminded her, pushing her away with a nudge of her wing. So she learned to be silent. Her thoughts on how to help replaced by a mix of fear and a tinge of guilt whenever she saw someone with a problem. And Maeve saw all the problems. The man in the corner store was running low on leather to craft with, meanwhile the tannery across town had not made a sale in months and was about to go out of business. The grocer’s produce would spoil because he could not sell the shipments in time, but the soup kitchen needed more donations. It was not long before it became clear to Maeve that saying nothing did not make the problems any less evident to her. When people said hello she began to nod in silent recognition and duck quickly away lest she learn more than she could keep quiet about. She grew to fear the sight of another person, growing nervous if a conversation lasted more than a few words.
When a new dragon arrived in town one day, she was the first to avoid him, noting how the young imperial looked around, clearly lost and unsure of who to go to for help as she ducked into the first shop she could find. That afternoon she saw him again, looking more lost than ever. Then again. By the time she went to sleep that night, Maeve’s mind was full of worry. What was he doing here? Had no one helped him? What if he needed help? Was he lost? She had lived here her whole life surely she knew where he could go...The next day when she saw him though, she remembered to mind her own business once again. That night she did not sleep.
The day after, she followed him. He asked the leather worker for a new sheath for his sword. They did not have any leather. When he asked where he could get some, the tanner only shrugged. He inquired at the inn for a room, but they were closed, the damage from the last winter storm still not repaired. No one seemed to have a home they were willing to share so he stopped by the soup kitchen, only to find they had no food for the night. It was more than Maeve could bear. She stepped out to the other imperial and let it all out at once. “The tannery has the leather and the carpenters have no customers, the kitchen has no donations and the grocer doesn’t know what to do with his surplus, and you can stay with me tonight.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Maeve winced, looking away as she awaited the coming criticism. She did not have to wait long before the young imperial spoke. “Thank you,” he said with a kind smile. Before he could say another word though, the pearlcatcher at the soup kitchen counter spoke. “Oh! The grocer! Why did I not think of that? Thank you!” Maeve looked between the two, surprised, but they only watched her expectantly. Not knowing what else to do, she lead, and they followed.
Within a week’s time the village was running like never before. People filled the streets, walking, talking, and shopping as stores began to operate once more, buildings were fixed, roads were repaved. And all the while Baxil followed Maeve, watching her with fascination, and offering to help wherever he could, lifting a support beam here, delivering supplies there, and by the end of it, together they had transformed the village and built what felt like a whole new city.
It was clear to Baxil that the vision for a kingdom he had in mind was suddenly, for the first time possible with Maeve at his side, and she has stayed there ever since.
It was the small details in things. A missing stitch in a garment here, or a scuff on a dinner plate there. For her own part, Maeve did not mind it, “but the guests will,” she astutely noted with a kind nod. She knew this, for she had taken the time to speak with them upon their arrival, guiding them to their rooms, learning the details of their lives and wants and troubles. There was no criticism in her voice as she picked the cloth and plate up in turn, passing one to the seamstress and the other to the waiter with her heartfelt thanks. Dinner was much the same. “I believe what the ambassador is saying is that they have not the resources to repair the damage from the recent floods,” Maeve corrected as the conversation began to take a sharper turn, an argument hanging readily in the word-saturated air like a summer storm ready to burst. “While we do not have the gold or gems to aid monetarily, our Kingdom was fortunately spared this disaster and I would be happy to put you in contact with our trusted contractor and mason. We will see to it that our cherished neighbors are well at ease, your strength is our strength, and ours is yours.” And so dinner continued with good cheer. Things just worked when Maeve was around.
But it had not always been that way. “In this world you have to put yourself first,” her father told her after a hard winter, “It is the only way to survive.” When their family came across a pair of people squabbling in the street, Maeve stepped forward, an idea in mind. “It’s not your business, and it is impolite to snoop,” her mother reminded her, pushing her away with a nudge of her wing. So she learned to be silent. Her thoughts on how to help replaced by a mix of fear and a tinge of guilt whenever she saw someone with a problem. And Maeve saw all the problems. The man in the corner store was running low on leather to craft with, meanwhile the tannery across town had not made a sale in months and was about to go out of business. The grocer’s produce would spoil because he could not sell the shipments in time, but the soup kitchen needed more donations. It was not long before it became clear to Maeve that saying nothing did not make the problems any less evident to her. When people said hello she began to nod in silent recognition and duck quickly away lest she learn more than she could keep quiet about. She grew to fear the sight of another person, growing nervous if a conversation lasted more than a few words.
When a new dragon arrived in town one day, she was the first to avoid him, noting how the young imperial looked around, clearly lost and unsure of who to go to for help as she ducked into the first shop she could find. That afternoon she saw him again, looking more lost than ever. Then again. By the time she went to sleep that night, Maeve’s mind was full of worry. What was he doing here? Had no one helped him? What if he needed help? Was he lost? She had lived here her whole life surely she knew where he could go...The next day when she saw him though, she remembered to mind her own business once again. That night she did not sleep.
The day after, she followed him. He asked the leather worker for a new sheath for his sword. They did not have any leather. When he asked where he could get some, the tanner only shrugged. He inquired at the inn for a room, but they were closed, the damage from the last winter storm still not repaired. No one seemed to have a home they were willing to share so he stopped by the soup kitchen, only to find they had no food for the night. It was more than Maeve could bear. She stepped out to the other imperial and let it all out at once. “The tannery has the leather and the carpenters have no customers, the kitchen has no donations and the grocer doesn’t know what to do with his surplus, and you can stay with me tonight.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Maeve winced, looking away as she awaited the coming criticism. She did not have to wait long before the young imperial spoke. “Thank you,” he said with a kind smile. Before he could say another word though, the pearlcatcher at the soup kitchen counter spoke. “Oh! The grocer! Why did I not think of that? Thank you!” Maeve looked between the two, surprised, but they only watched her expectantly. Not knowing what else to do, she lead, and they followed.
Within a week’s time the village was running like never before. People filled the streets, walking, talking, and shopping as stores began to operate once more, buildings were fixed, roads were repaved. And all the while Baxil followed Maeve, watching her with fascination, and offering to help wherever he could, lifting a support beam here, delivering supplies there, and by the end of it, together they had transformed the village and built what felt like a whole new city.
It was clear to Baxil that the vision for a kingdom he had in mind was suddenly, for the first time possible with Maeve at his side, and she has stayed there ever since.
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