Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Allowing herself to be ushered into the corridor, Maea twisted the fragile piece of glass between her hands, admiring the exquisite detail of the workmanship. "It's beautiful. Better make sure it won't break."
And windchimes needed wind to come into their primer, right? Ducking off into the storage room, she returned with a handful of spare greens, some string, nails and a scissor. Leaving it on the floor so that Asta could help himself to whatever he needed, Maea hunched down and began tying string to the chime so that it could be hung next to the door. Then she added greenery to the string, like a miniature garland.
"It's a little strange to decorate like this," she shared while working. "LongNight was never the kind of event you celebrated around here."
And windchimes needed wind to come into their primer, right? Ducking off into the storage room, she returned with a handful of spare greens, some string, nails and a scissor. Leaving it on the floor so that Asta could help himself to whatever he needed, Maea hunched down and began tying string to the chime so that it could be hung next to the door. Then she added greenery to the string, like a miniature garland.
"It's a little strange to decorate like this," she shared while working. "LongNight was never the kind of event you celebrated around here."
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
