Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
To her credit, Maea did not respond. She was quite proud of that, actually, and of how she managed to make it back through the hall, past the dancing couples and the blaring band of musicians and through the winding hallways without needing any assistance. Well, not much anyway. She didn't fall over even once. Her misgivings remained while she waited for Asta to unlock the door, and sidled past him into the chamber.
It smelled different from the rest of the Dusklight. Like wood smoke and cologne and soap, and something very personal that she didn't want to examine too closely. For the second time that day she trailed her gaze along the small touches of personal detail, sparse in the way of one who had yet to put down many roots, and wondered what she was doing.
"It's your room," she repeated, not looking at the man whose space she was occupying. "I'm not going to tell you to leave." It might actually be worse, to be left alone in his bedroom. Even though her eyes were falling shut on her where she stood, anxiety levels were rising and set her thoughts into a whirl that had neither beginning nor end.
It smelled different from the rest of the Dusklight. Like wood smoke and cologne and soap, and something very personal that she didn't want to examine too closely. For the second time that day she trailed her gaze along the small touches of personal detail, sparse in the way of one who had yet to put down many roots, and wondered what she was doing.
"It's your room," she repeated, not looking at the man whose space she was occupying. "I'm not going to tell you to leave." It might actually be worse, to be left alone in his bedroom. Even though her eyes were falling shut on her where she stood, anxiety levels were rising and set her thoughts into a whirl that had neither beginning nor end.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
