I'll drown eventually so don't save me
Most of them was better than all of them, she supposed. If his vague reply made her cast a suspicious glance in his direction, they both knew what she might worry about. But as Maea kept her thoughts to herself, he didn't have to either confirm nor deny anything. The less she knew, the happier they both would be.
More pressing concerns distracted her away from that line of thought anyway. His refusal to give anything up earned him a glare and a curse more fitting of a Torchline sailor, but she didn't insist. Only sighed, and kicked a loose pebble ahead of them. It rattled off and sent echoes bounding against the walls, turning the tunnel into a grand instrument of doom.
"Well. As you probably know I asked for and got permission from Danta to host the ball and the meeting. My thought was to talk about some way to make communication smoother between the regions, because Starfall was a mess and the letter storm could definitely be improved upon. And while everyone was gathered anyway, it seemed like a good time to discuss what to do about the Family, and the invasion of void creatures. So I asked the leaders to attend. Not Stormbreak, obviously, but all the others." Scowling at the path ahead, Maea didn't see much of it. Stepping over magma streams and rounding bends in the path on instinct, her focus was back in the cool darkness of her study, where a feast had been laid out to welcome the guest.
"I knew some probably wouldn't be happy about it, since they hate the Grounds, but they still came. Before I could close the doors though, a man showed up and announced fucking Dahlia. And somewhere there I lost my senses and told her she wasn't invited, and please leave." Her tone was dry, and factual, with a bite of irony that spoke of wariness. Her argument was Danta was fresh in mind and she had no illusions that Asta would react any differently to the Maverick being placed in harm's way.
But she still didn't regret her actions. Not all of them, at least.
More pressing concerns distracted her away from that line of thought anyway. His refusal to give anything up earned him a glare and a curse more fitting of a Torchline sailor, but she didn't insist. Only sighed, and kicked a loose pebble ahead of them. It rattled off and sent echoes bounding against the walls, turning the tunnel into a grand instrument of doom.
"Well. As you probably know I asked for and got permission from Danta to host the ball and the meeting. My thought was to talk about some way to make communication smoother between the regions, because Starfall was a mess and the letter storm could definitely be improved upon. And while everyone was gathered anyway, it seemed like a good time to discuss what to do about the Family, and the invasion of void creatures. So I asked the leaders to attend. Not Stormbreak, obviously, but all the others." Scowling at the path ahead, Maea didn't see much of it. Stepping over magma streams and rounding bends in the path on instinct, her focus was back in the cool darkness of her study, where a feast had been laid out to welcome the guest.
"I knew some probably wouldn't be happy about it, since they hate the Grounds, but they still came. Before I could close the doors though, a man showed up and announced fucking Dahlia. And somewhere there I lost my senses and told her she wasn't invited, and please leave." Her tone was dry, and factual, with a bite of irony that spoke of wariness. Her argument was Danta was fresh in mind and she had no illusions that Asta would react any differently to the Maverick being placed in harm's way.
But she still didn't regret her actions. Not all of them, at least.
Maea
