Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Unless Thalassa had learned the skill of dematerializing, she was not a ghost. Smiling faintly at the figure that darkened her doorstep, Maea shrugged lightly - only to find her shoulders stiff and unwilling to move much at all.
"Ah... no, not really. I had a lot to do," she murmured. Blinking owlishly into the growing shadows of her office, she plucked a spark from the brazier and fed it into a single butterfly of flame. Winging its way from candle to candle, it fizzled out in a puff of smoke only when the room blazed with light.
"Come in, if you will. I'm all but done for the day." She waved towards a chair opposite the desk. "Unless you'd like some tea? There should be something edible left in the basket. By the hearth."
Speaking of food made her own stomach growl. Scowling at the dark beyond the window slits, the loreseeker tried to recall if she had eaten anything at all that day.
"Ah... no, not really. I had a lot to do," she murmured. Blinking owlishly into the growing shadows of her office, she plucked a spark from the brazier and fed it into a single butterfly of flame. Winging its way from candle to candle, it fizzled out in a puff of smoke only when the room blazed with light.
"Come in, if you will. I'm all but done for the day." She waved towards a chair opposite the desk. "Unless you'd like some tea? There should be something edible left in the basket. By the hearth."
Speaking of food made her own stomach growl. Scowling at the dark beyond the window slits, the loreseeker tried to recall if she had eaten anything at all that day.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
