Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Laying the finishing touches to the ring, Maea listened and hummed softly in sympathy. Fraying friendships were painful enough, crumbling alliances must be even more confusing. She wondered why it was that Harper could talk to her but not Hadama. What did he see when looking at either of them, that made him run from one and not the other?
"I see. At least he's written. That's something."
Blasting the ring with a final lick of fire, she set it down to cool. Hunching down to gaze at it from an angle, Maea still wasn't sure she liked the final result. Rather, it didn't really give her Harper vibes. The silver and gold with rippling blueish accents whispered of ocean waves and starlight, though not half as fancy as it could have been.
"I think this one is yours," Maes decided. Making sure the metal had cooled enough to be handled, she plucked it from the table and offered it to Hadama with a faint smile. "As a thank you for teaching me."
"I see. At least he's written. That's something."
Blasting the ring with a final lick of fire, she set it down to cool. Hunching down to gaze at it from an angle, Maea still wasn't sure she liked the final result. Rather, it didn't really give her Harper vibes. The silver and gold with rippling blueish accents whispered of ocean waves and starlight, though not half as fancy as it could have been.
"I think this one is yours," Maes decided. Making sure the metal had cooled enough to be handled, she plucked it from the table and offered it to Hadama with a faint smile. "As a thank you for teaching me."
Maea
