MAEA
It was indeed her choice to make, and Hadama rose a fair few notches in her esteem by not trying to stop her. Having half expected some form of objection or protest, Maea was actually surprised by the taciturn lack of cautions. Surprised... but pleased, and visibly so.
A pale brow rose at the shift in the conversation from science to combat skills. It wasn't every day kings invited her to spar, especially not on the steps of a cathedral. She didn't doubt that someone would find reasons to object to such conduct - which, considering her current mood, meant she absolutely couldn't decline.
"Not sure what you're expecting... but I don't mind," she replied. "I just hope my lacking skills won't lower your thoughts of my kin." It hadn't been very long since Deimos showed her how much she had yet to learn, so Maea didn't have to feign the humility. Even so, she liked training. It was relaxing, one of few chances she got to still the thoughts clamouring in her mind; her expression brightened with the invitation and the flashed the merman a bright smile as the bounced to her feet.
Picking up her boots, Maea carried them in one hand as she sidled out of the pew. Waiting for Hadama to join her, she balked at the height difference between them as they made their way outside but said nothing - being the shorter one was par for the course in her experience. The night had faded into the were hours during their conversation, yet the moonlight remained slmost blinding after so long indoors. The paved square in front of the cathedral was large, and people still moved back and forth despite the late hour, minding their business; casting a look around for any Dragoons, the Ancient shrugged and turned to face Hadam, spade tipped tail swishing lazily about her legs.
"Sure this is the place you want to choose?" Last chance to change his mind; any embarrassment would soon become a very public affair.
A pale brow rose at the shift in the conversation from science to combat skills. It wasn't every day kings invited her to spar, especially not on the steps of a cathedral. She didn't doubt that someone would find reasons to object to such conduct - which, considering her current mood, meant she absolutely couldn't decline.
"Not sure what you're expecting... but I don't mind," she replied. "I just hope my lacking skills won't lower your thoughts of my kin." It hadn't been very long since Deimos showed her how much she had yet to learn, so Maea didn't have to feign the humility. Even so, she liked training. It was relaxing, one of few chances she got to still the thoughts clamouring in her mind; her expression brightened with the invitation and the flashed the merman a bright smile as the bounced to her feet.
Picking up her boots, Maea carried them in one hand as she sidled out of the pew. Waiting for Hadama to join her, she balked at the height difference between them as they made their way outside but said nothing - being the shorter one was par for the course in her experience. The night had faded into the were hours during their conversation, yet the moonlight remained slmost blinding after so long indoors. The paved square in front of the cathedral was large, and people still moved back and forth despite the late hour, minding their business; casting a look around for any Dragoons, the Ancient shrugged and turned to face Hadam, spade tipped tail swishing lazily about her legs.
"Sure this is the place you want to choose?" Last chance to change his mind; any embarrassment would soon become a very public affair.
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
