A Familiar Face

"It seems I've made a mistake by underestimating your energy, Mr Orion, so you don't have to apologize," Maeve said, shaking her head in response as she sighed heavily. 

"Since it seems we won't be able to store your energy, our only hope is that the artisans do their best to make your identity plaque. I'll clean this up immediately," she added, bending down to collect the broken pieces of the crystal orb.

Orion watched Maeve squatting to pick up the broken crystal pieces before standing up. She then looked around to see if she had missed any more. Catching a few more with her eyes, Maeve bent downwards to pick up the remaining pieces.

As she did, Orion caught a glimpse of the backside of her black tights through the gap of her spread transparent Pixie wings. Her light yellow dress rose to her waist, revealing her shapely fair thighs. 

The breathtaking view lasted only briefly before Maeve straightened her back. She turned around and nodded at Orion.