Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
Oh, she remembered all too well. The disconnection, the numbness, the way it had eaten into her emotional awareness as well - she nodded fervently, and wriggled her arm closest to Remi free so she could sling it around his waist. Just to squeeze him in second hand appreciation for the kindness it would have been, whatever that device had accomplished.
"Right... you did have magic, too. I forget how much you've changed sometimes," she admitted. "But not in the ways that matter - it's nice to know you've always been kind." Whether the contraption had only worked for a little while or not, he had tried. That alone was rare enough.
Startled into a cough by the sudden shift in his tale, she hastily looked up at him and then off among the stalls. Would there be anything of... that nature in a place like this? "Hmm... we can always look," Maea offered, dubious but willing to try. There was plenty of brickabrack around, at least he might find some alternative. As for the ball... she shrugged lightly beneath his arm.
"A big part of it is just me keeping busy," she admitted. "The rest... I keep thinking about the storm of letters that flew around after Starfall. Information got lost, some people didn't hear anything, no one was really talking to the general public... and some didn't catch up until much later. And I feel like we need to get better at the whole communication thing. All of us. If I can make everyone get into the habit of meeting up and talking... it might help, somewhere down the line." Stopping by a stall that sold more of the meat pies, she traded for a bag of them and offered one to Remi. "Besides that, it's a good excuse to have some fun. Dress up, dance a bit, talk about something new, with someone new... Never thought I'd say this, but I sometimes miss the days when we were all cooped up here. If only because we were closer together."
"Right... you did have magic, too. I forget how much you've changed sometimes," she admitted. "But not in the ways that matter - it's nice to know you've always been kind." Whether the contraption had only worked for a little while or not, he had tried. That alone was rare enough.
Startled into a cough by the sudden shift in his tale, she hastily looked up at him and then off among the stalls. Would there be anything of... that nature in a place like this? "Hmm... we can always look," Maea offered, dubious but willing to try. There was plenty of brickabrack around, at least he might find some alternative. As for the ball... she shrugged lightly beneath his arm.
"A big part of it is just me keeping busy," she admitted. "The rest... I keep thinking about the storm of letters that flew around after Starfall. Information got lost, some people didn't hear anything, no one was really talking to the general public... and some didn't catch up until much later. And I feel like we need to get better at the whole communication thing. All of us. If I can make everyone get into the habit of meeting up and talking... it might help, somewhere down the line." Stopping by a stall that sold more of the meat pies, she traded for a bag of them and offered one to Remi. "Besides that, it's a good excuse to have some fun. Dress up, dance a bit, talk about something new, with someone new... Never thought I'd say this, but I sometimes miss the days when we were all cooped up here. If only because we were closer together."
Don't walk away
