Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
The conversation moved so fast that Maea couldn't keep up. Lighthearted topics like flowers and Danta's wardrobe bounced off the big mass of gloom that surrounded the topic of getting the sack, not to mention the potentially frought subject of religous practices. Though she wanted to match Charlie's enthusiasm, Maea just couldn't muster the energy.
Raking her hair from the face repeatedly as if to help stir her thoughts into action, she still did her best to respond. "Erm, I've never seen the flowers so I don't know exactly, I assume they'll be hard to miss. And sure, diagrams.. or maybe a pamphlet with rituals of varying difficulty? As for not sounding happy, getting fired tends to do that."
Maea really did try to smile properly, but it took effort and fell away the moment she stopped pretending. Out of the selection of topics, viewing rituals seemed the least difficult; "What is your favorite way to worship?" she asked, hoping to steer away from talking about herself for a while longer. It's all she'd done for the past days; Maea barely knew up from down anymore.
Raking her hair from the face repeatedly as if to help stir her thoughts into action, she still did her best to respond. "Erm, I've never seen the flowers so I don't know exactly, I assume they'll be hard to miss. And sure, diagrams.. or maybe a pamphlet with rituals of varying difficulty? As for not sounding happy, getting fired tends to do that."
Maea really did try to smile properly, but it took effort and fell away the moment she stopped pretending. Out of the selection of topics, viewing rituals seemed the least difficult; "What is your favorite way to worship?" she asked, hoping to steer away from talking about herself for a while longer. It's all she'd done for the past days; Maea barely knew up from down anymore.
