Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
The pale hand stilled on the surface of the desk. Not quite flinching from the harsh judgement the pirate passed, but not entirely unphazed either. Maea bit her jaws together, frowning at the papers she had yet to organize without really seeing them.
"Everyone has a past," she muttered, "whether they know it or not." Slumping back into the chair, she dragged a hand through the salty hair, pushing it out of her eyes. She focused on Thalassa, just in time to notice her nervous glances at the shadows. A chill had the hairs on her neck stand up; so it really wasn't just her imagination.
"Care to make a trade? Help me with my haunting problem, and I can try to find out something about your past. Or anything else, really. Not like I'm desperate, but..." Not like she wasn't, either.
"Everyone has a past," she muttered, "whether they know it or not." Slumping back into the chair, she dragged a hand through the salty hair, pushing it out of her eyes. She focused on Thalassa, just in time to notice her nervous glances at the shadows. A chill had the hairs on her neck stand up; so it really wasn't just her imagination.
"Care to make a trade? Help me with my haunting problem, and I can try to find out something about your past. Or anything else, really. Not like I'm desperate, but..." Not like she wasn't, either.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
