I'll drown eventually so don't save me
When you didn't deal with merfolk on the regular, being addressed from the ocean could be jarring. And, as expected, Maea reacted with an appropriate start, casting wild eyes about before she thought to look into the sea for the speaker. Noticing the mer, she cocked her head aside, and bit her cheek to keep from letting surprise show too much on her face.
Hadama would be forgiven for not recognizing her. It had been dark that night when they met, and Maea had been a different creature altogether. The cold, closed off puppet who shunned light and connection in equal measure was flushed with life now, rosy cheeked and almost glowing in the sunlight. Ironic, given that her patron goddess was one for blood and bone and shadow. Doubly so, when it was her former mistress who'd deemed her bright enough to ascend back from death. There were scratches and cuts on her face too; silent indicators that she hadn't escaped entirely unharmed from the recent calamity.
"Good afternoon," she greeted the merman this time, not quite smiling but bright eyed and blatantly curious as she boldly looked him up and down. The parts she could see, at least. "Danta? Uhm... I assume he's at his establishment, back at the Settlement. Well, Inner Quarter - " she had trouble with these new terms, and kept reverting back to what she'd always known them as. "Do you need to reach him? I can fetch someone to carry a message if you'd like. Or, take it myself, for that matter." She was by far the least experienced builder in the team, and doubted the others would miss her if she left.
Hadama would be forgiven for not recognizing her. It had been dark that night when they met, and Maea had been a different creature altogether. The cold, closed off puppet who shunned light and connection in equal measure was flushed with life now, rosy cheeked and almost glowing in the sunlight. Ironic, given that her patron goddess was one for blood and bone and shadow. Doubly so, when it was her former mistress who'd deemed her bright enough to ascend back from death. There were scratches and cuts on her face too; silent indicators that she hadn't escaped entirely unharmed from the recent calamity.
"Good afternoon," she greeted the merman this time, not quite smiling but bright eyed and blatantly curious as she boldly looked him up and down. The parts she could see, at least. "Danta? Uhm... I assume he's at his establishment, back at the Settlement. Well, Inner Quarter - " she had trouble with these new terms, and kept reverting back to what she'd always known them as. "Do you need to reach him? I can fetch someone to carry a message if you'd like. Or, take it myself, for that matter." She was by far the least experienced builder in the team, and doubted the others would miss her if she left.
Maea
