<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/KdC65vU.jpg)</div><strong>Maeve Bancroft</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1777229)<br/><em>LG Human Warpriest of Erastil</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Victory!" Maeve crowed as her team won the tug-of-war, caught up in the heat of the moment. Actually, she had some minor suspicion regarding the timely failure of Rodrik's grip, but all's well that ends well and there was no need nor benefit to go digging into something that didn't really matter in the end. Whether by happy accident or happy "accident", Lucy had her moment of glory and acceptance, and that was what mattered.<br/><br/>She gave Hagan a sisterly hug. Gone was the waifish thin slip of a girl from their childhood; Maeve was now a fully developed young woman with not a little strength in her arms. Whether it was her daily chores, archery training, Erastil's blessing, or a mixture of all three, it had agreed with her. Her weak, illness-prone constitution of old was best left undredged like the rest of the nightmares from that time.<br/><br/>"Give yourself some credit too. Come join the dance with me?" Even though she knew what his answer would be, it was still worth asking. Small steps... " I'll see you at the range later, then." It didn't take long for a pretty young woman like her to be asked for a dance by a handsome young man, and soon she was twirling by the bonfire.