Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Nearly choking on that piece of helpful advice, Maea tried and failed to keep the heat from getting to her face again. Rather more frankly spoken than she was used to, it was only because it was Danta that she didn't raise a fuss; from his lips it sounded strangely like compassion.
"Mmh, that... might not be too bad," she murmured, nudging him right back with her own elbow. "Barring my ability to find such a thing, though, are you going to need any help at the bar?"
Leaning back against the counter, she gazed about the establishment. With the addition of green scattered about the booths and tables, the sinful character of the Dusklight gained an elegant if somewhat homely air that might fool anyone who didn't know what the selling point was. At least until they looked out the window - that statue left very little to the imagination. Not for the first time did she get a dizzying sensation of being out of place, as if she'd taken a wrong turn somewhere and stepped out of her own life and into someone else's. The girl she once knew herself to be had no place being anywhere near brothels or bars, or the kind of men who owned them.
Yet here she was. Quietly envying the revelers soon to come flooding back in, who were able to drown their sorrows in drink and pleasure without a care in the world for what the morning would bring.
"Mmh, that... might not be too bad," she murmured, nudging him right back with her own elbow. "Barring my ability to find such a thing, though, are you going to need any help at the bar?"
Leaning back against the counter, she gazed about the establishment. With the addition of green scattered about the booths and tables, the sinful character of the Dusklight gained an elegant if somewhat homely air that might fool anyone who didn't know what the selling point was. At least until they looked out the window - that statue left very little to the imagination. Not for the first time did she get a dizzying sensation of being out of place, as if she'd taken a wrong turn somewhere and stepped out of her own life and into someone else's. The girl she once knew herself to be had no place being anywhere near brothels or bars, or the kind of men who owned them.
Yet here she was. Quietly envying the revelers soon to come flooding back in, who were able to drown their sorrows in drink and pleasure without a care in the world for what the morning would bring.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
