Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Not answering right away, Maea traced the path of woodgrain across the desk. Putting together everything she had experienced for herself of spirits and ghosts, it did not amount to much. Certainly nothing useful. As for the superstitions of pirates... her thoughts snagged on that unsavory bit of information, but somehow managed to keep a straight face. Had Thal meant to reveal that, or was it a slip of the tongue?
"Mostly it's curiosity, " she replied slowly. "But... Have you noticed that there's rather a lot of ghosts aeound lately? People talk. They see things, hear voices in the wind, have things move and disappear - some even say they're being haunted."
The corners of her mouth angled downward.
"Others have nightmares. More than usual."
"Mostly it's curiosity, " she replied slowly. "But... Have you noticed that there's rather a lot of ghosts aeound lately? People talk. They see things, hear voices in the wind, have things move and disappear - some even say they're being haunted."
The corners of her mouth angled downward.
"Others have nightmares. More than usual."
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
