Been meaning to do this for years, a little artistic dedication to the goddess trinity that I worship. This is Maeve, youngest of the three aspects of the Morrigan. Maeve is the death of logic, goddess of madness, desire and obsession. When your standing on the edge of a height, she's the voice whispering in your ear to jump, the urge to stick your hand in the fire, the delusional certainty that makes you give up what you have for the chance for something greater.