Maea
Waking from the dream
Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in
The group would not have to travel far from the harbor town before finding Maea. By the time they appeared on the path up the gentle hillside she had finished her meal and sat on a big rock, literally twiddling her thumbs as she waited. Out of all of them only Noah was familiar to her. Quick nods and the sharp scrutiny of pale lavender eyes that missed very little was offered to the strangers, before she focused on the demigod with a faint smile. Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in
"I thought you would never get here," she said in way of greeting, her naturally soft voice a touch gruff - mostly from nerves. "I trust the journey went well? Who are your friends?"
She tried to stay casual, but it was undeniably a strange situation. If someone had asked for a lock of hair she could have delivered it by way of raven. But how did you harvest metal from a Molten Tiger? Would she have to do anything, or just... shift and ooze a bit and that was it?
At any rate, she wanted to know who she was dealing with before any of it. So that it would feel less like selling parts of herself, and more like helping a friend.
The end is what you fear
The scent of embers lingers in the air
The scent of embers lingers in the air