Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
"Hmm, fair enough. I'll think about it." Raising her glass in a salute to his kind thought, Maea knocked back her drink and savored the burn as the alcohol began to hum through her limbs. It kept her trepidation at the idea of letting people in at bay, and smothered the inclination to rely too much on the Maverick for support. It would be a good way to get herself neck deep in trouble of a kind she wasn't good at handling.
Her huffed laugh came out hoarse, between the drink and a trace of bitterness she couldn't entirely erase. "Probably for the best. He had a habit of using his bars as hubs for underground activities. Spy networks, smuggling, you name it. At one point you could throw a rock in Halo and it would be common knowledge in Torchline or the Grounds at the end of the day." Impressive, but hardly something to encourage in a ruler of another region.
Her huffed laugh came out hoarse, between the drink and a trace of bitterness she couldn't entirely erase. "Probably for the best. He had a habit of using his bars as hubs for underground activities. Spy networks, smuggling, you name it. At one point you could throw a rock in Halo and it would be common knowledge in Torchline or the Grounds at the end of the day." Impressive, but hardly something to encourage in a ruler of another region.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
