MAEA
She should have known he would see her. Probably Maea should have come up to the bar to say hi, before going off to her room, but... she was so tired. Bone weary, sore and stiff... not at all in the mood to smile at the other patrons, dodge their questions or explain why she walked with a slight limp. She'd half hoped to be off to sleep by the time Sunjata came to check on her, buried deep in the covers of the bed and gone to the world... but no such luck.
Looking up as he pushed open the door, she managed a faint smile in greeting, that faded as she made another attempt at slipping her arm out of the sleeve hole and failed as every muscle in her back screamed to stop. The girl looked a mess. Her hair was matted and clumped with salt, clothes similarly stained and still half damp. Blood had crusted in the scalp over one temple; some attempts had been made to rinse it off, but it still clung like flakes of rust to the hair and in streaks along the neck... and there were curious spots on her shirt that looked like more blood, but of a slightly different color. More green than red.
"Sunjata," she said, weary but still affectionate. "I'm okay, I just - ow!" She hissed at he put his hand on her leg, flinching away from the touch as a pounding pain made itself reminded. "I... just... overdid a little, is all." She tried to sound reassuring, and leaned her cheek into his palm. (At least that didn't hurt... hurray.)
A blatant lie, it was. But she didn't want to make him worry. Not after everything.
Looking up as he pushed open the door, she managed a faint smile in greeting, that faded as she made another attempt at slipping her arm out of the sleeve hole and failed as every muscle in her back screamed to stop. The girl looked a mess. Her hair was matted and clumped with salt, clothes similarly stained and still half damp. Blood had crusted in the scalp over one temple; some attempts had been made to rinse it off, but it still clung like flakes of rust to the hair and in streaks along the neck... and there were curious spots on her shirt that looked like more blood, but of a slightly different color. More green than red.
"Sunjata," she said, weary but still affectionate. "I'm okay, I just - ow!" She hissed at he put his hand on her leg, flinching away from the touch as a pounding pain made itself reminded. "I... just... overdid a little, is all." She tried to sound reassuring, and leaned her cheek into his palm. (At least that didn't hurt... hurray.)
A blatant lie, it was. But she didn't want to make him worry. Not after everything.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
