Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Hands gone numb with cold struggled to push open the door to the Dusklight. What had been roses on Maea's cheeks were fading into something resembling marble, as though the flesh and blood of her body was only skin deep. It had never been so pleasant to step inside; warm air fragrant with incense of cinnamon and clove closed around her like an embrace, and beneath the murmur of the constant clientele a half-familiar piece of music wound through the establishment.
"I never thought I would say this about the place, but it feels good to be back," she admitted as the held the door for Asta. "Is that a good thing, or should I start to worry?" Brothels generally didn't mean good things for women, and it was not a setting she was too familiar with.
"I never thought I would say this about the place, but it feels good to be back," she admitted as the held the door for Asta. "Is that a good thing, or should I start to worry?" Brothels generally didn't mean good things for women, and it was not a setting she was too familiar with.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
