Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
"Mh, not sure I entirely agree there, but as far as warmth goes I am not complaining." Tugging off her gloves with a smile, the petite woman followed Asta towards the bar. Melting snow dripped from the hem of her dark skirt and from the pale hair that hung heavy about her thin shoulders. She could feel eyes on her, lingering and curious; she had been walking in and out of Danta's office for a season now, but only rarely lingered for drinks and never let herself be persuaded into anything more intimate. It made her an enigma, a mystery some itched to unveil - though given her apparent closeness with the owner, and in this case the bouncer, none were likely to make a move. Maea appreciated the hesitation.
"Please, that sounds good," she said, accepting the offer with a nod towards the bartender to make one for her as well. Turning towards her company, she leaned back against the counter. "So you are staying here then? If you wanted something else I'm sure it could be arranged. There's always been plenty of houses in the Domiciles, especially if you don't mind a bit of work."
"Please, that sounds good," she said, accepting the offer with a nod towards the bartender to make one for her as well. Turning towards her company, she leaned back against the counter. "So you are staying here then? If you wanted something else I'm sure it could be arranged. There's always been plenty of houses in the Domiciles, especially if you don't mind a bit of work."
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
