Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Thoroughly impressed and unabashed in showing in, Maea raised her brows with a quiet whistle. "Clever! Truly, that could become really useful. Just be careful, if you wind up seeing something that looks like trouble. I know you're strong, but these people are on a whole other level." Turning her gaze to the Peregine, she wondered to herself whether the ship would be fast enough to carry her friend away from any trouble he found himself in. He would undoubtedly make a good scout, but she got a hollow feeling in her gut when thinking about the danger such a role would put him in. "Personally I wouldn't mind having something to block out that voice that keeps talking to us," she grumbled, falling back on irritation to hide her concerns.
It was short lived, though; her mood lately had been fickle and mercurial, but at least for today it was more bright than bleak. The teasing earned Tal a lovely display of her tongue as she poked it at him. Shrugging, she wrapped her arms around herself; the coat she wore was still black as coal but looked tailored and crisp, and the fabric had a weight to it that spoke of quality and a certain Halovian flair that the messenger might find familiar. The skirt was new too; not the armored dress he had helped her quest for, but a simple and sturdy woolen garment that nevertheless made her look unusually well put together.
"No, I'm not that crazy," she chuckled. "I'm just dragging my feet on my way home from Torchline. Was hoping I might bump into someone I know who comes here sometime... Instead I found you. So that's almost right."
It was short lived, though; her mood lately had been fickle and mercurial, but at least for today it was more bright than bleak. The teasing earned Tal a lovely display of her tongue as she poked it at him. Shrugging, she wrapped her arms around herself; the coat she wore was still black as coal but looked tailored and crisp, and the fabric had a weight to it that spoke of quality and a certain Halovian flair that the messenger might find familiar. The skirt was new too; not the armored dress he had helped her quest for, but a simple and sturdy woolen garment that nevertheless made her look unusually well put together.
"No, I'm not that crazy," she chuckled. "I'm just dragging my feet on my way home from Torchline. Was hoping I might bump into someone I know who comes here sometime... Instead I found you. So that's almost right."
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
