Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Fire lapped at her arms, snaking up along the sleeves in a pseudo-embrace that surprised her. For a moment she worried about her armored dress being singed and damaged, but when that didn't seem to be the case she actually relaxed and even hummed with a thoughtful smile.
"I mean, I acted the way I wanted to anyway, being ambassador really doesn't have anything to do with that. I'm a lousy liar - I guess that makes me unsuited for the job, since it involves flattering people we don't like to make them do what is good for us." And while Maea could hold her tongue, twisting and forking it was... a whole different matter. Maybe she had been a Fae in a different life. Maybe she was just better suited for a role she hadn't found yet.
"How do I keep from getting upset, if we do start to clash again?" she wanted to know, as she gazed over at Charlie. Getting up, she padded over and hunched down next to the blonde, in a quiet request for closeness entirely contrary to her aversion to intimate touch. Maybe it was different. Maybe that was another complicated matter that could use some soul-searching - at some later point. "If I'm not going back to apologize... how do I even begin repairing this? I don't even know if he wants to. And I don't think I would like to beg for a friendship that isn't mutually desired." Even if it left her stubborn and miserable and left out of the warmth that was building in the Hollowed Grounds.
"I mean, I acted the way I wanted to anyway, being ambassador really doesn't have anything to do with that. I'm a lousy liar - I guess that makes me unsuited for the job, since it involves flattering people we don't like to make them do what is good for us." And while Maea could hold her tongue, twisting and forking it was... a whole different matter. Maybe she had been a Fae in a different life. Maybe she was just better suited for a role she hadn't found yet.
"How do I keep from getting upset, if we do start to clash again?" she wanted to know, as she gazed over at Charlie. Getting up, she padded over and hunched down next to the blonde, in a quiet request for closeness entirely contrary to her aversion to intimate touch. Maybe it was different. Maybe that was another complicated matter that could use some soul-searching - at some later point. "If I'm not going back to apologize... how do I even begin repairing this? I don't even know if he wants to. And I don't think I would like to beg for a friendship that isn't mutually desired." Even if it left her stubborn and miserable and left out of the warmth that was building in the Hollowed Grounds.
