an art in seclusion
Maea
Liam Dawson
 
Carpenter
Age: 35 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Accepted | Citizenship: Nomadic | Level: 6
STR: 25 - DEX: 22 - END: 22 - LUCK: 13 - ARC: - INT: - HP: 132 - BASE ROLL: 35
PRIMROSE - Mythical - Dragon (Air Breath) VALE - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity Breath)
Played by: Rayo
Posts: 946 | Total: 6,126
MP: 5360

#29
Liam
And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground
”Another time,” Liam agreed, and then fell into a companionable silence as they continued through the forest and back toward the village. He was glad Maea wasn’t insisting on continuing her search; the roses, if they were out there, would still be around the next day, and she was doing no one any favors walking around on a sprained ankle with bloodied hands.

When Maea next spoke, Liam lifted a hand to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. Of course he’d saved her; what else would he have done, let her fall? ”You’d have done the same for me,” he said, glancing at Maea’s pale face. He may not know her well, but he at least thought he knew enough to say that she would have tried to save him, too.

After they made it to Maea’s camp, Liam bid her farewell, ensuring that she had directions to his home in case she found herself in need of assistance.

fin
And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now

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