[SE] cut from marble

Maea

I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear

"Mhm, he has." It would have been easy for the Maverick to leave her in the woods, as a foil for moss and birds. Easy to dismiss her request for something meaningful to do, and more than understandable if the mishap with the arrow cost her every sliver of trust. But no. Every step of the way Maea had been treated as someone who mattered and whose requests weren't burdensome or even all that strange. And like a night blooming flower she was opening up in response to that kindness, however slowly.

Ruminiscing as she watched the fire flicker and dance within the heart, she wondered to herself if it was a good idea to let these people into her life. They seemed so different from her, with values and tolerances she did not possess. Looking up when Asta sidled in beside her, rubbing his chest and teasing like they weren't strangers at all, that dizzying sensation of living someone else's life struck her hard, and not for the first time.
"My bad," she replied, her voice softening despite the playful glitter in his eyes. "I'm so used to be the underdog in spars that I forget to take it easy."

The green shirt in contrast to the generally red color scheme of the room made him look festive. Like the touch of mistletoe added to the bar and tables, only larger - less subtle and more imposing by far.
"Would you be interested in coming along?" she asked, surprising herself with the offer. "To the Climb, I mean."

Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!