Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
He towered over her, even with the attempt to get on the same level. It would have been unsettling, if people hadn't loomed over her head for the majority of her life. Knowing that a simple shift into gore crow guise would have the large man scrambling for the door took away much of his intimidating air in her mind, and despite all that she knew of his darker side... Maea found herself reassured by his words. Meeting Asta's gaze with pale eyes, dyed pinkish in hue by the red-tinted light of the corridor, she gave him a lopsided little smile.
"Thank you. For what it's worth, I really do hope nothing will happen. But if it does, it would be good to have someone else ready to step in." She didn't trust herself to stay clear-headed in such traumatic times - it was simply that bad.
Picking up the wind-chime, she rose up and measured it against the door to find a good height to place it at. Forced up on her tip-toes, Maea strained to keep her balance and hold the string and mark a spot for the nail at the same time. "Does this look alright?" she asked over her shoulder, when she thought she'd found a good placement.
"Thank you. For what it's worth, I really do hope nothing will happen. But if it does, it would be good to have someone else ready to step in." She didn't trust herself to stay clear-headed in such traumatic times - it was simply that bad.
Picking up the wind-chime, she rose up and measured it against the door to find a good height to place it at. Forced up on her tip-toes, Maea strained to keep her balance and hold the string and mark a spot for the nail at the same time. "Does this look alright?" she asked over her shoulder, when she thought she'd found a good placement.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
