Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
Blinking against the raindrops that caught in her lashes, Maea waited patiently for Hadama to make up his mind. It was one of the things she liked about him. He gave things proper consideration, so that when he made his mind up any answer could be fully trusted.
She didn't object once he decided, only accepted his hand and let him pull her to her feet. The brief connection of their hands left her fingers aching with a new awareness of how cold they had become, and her movements were a bit sluggish as she followed her friend across the street.
Pausing with her hand on the door, Maea tilted her head and gazed up at him, surprised by the admission. Inhaling to respond, she caught herself before the lie could spill over. That she wasn't hurting. That she was fine, no need to worry. She couldn't hold his gaze for more than a few moments before it fell to the ground. She sighed. "Sorry. It's a bad habit." One she would need to be far less sober to address, if that was where this conversation was going.
Pushing the door open, a rush of warm air greeted them. As Hadama had promised the bar was quiet at this time of day. A vixen of a woman stood behind the bar with a rag in hand, dusting bottles and taking stock, while a few locals sat hunched over lists of this and that. Merchants, perhaps? Not that it mattered, as her feet brought her shuffling towards the bar. "What do you want?" she asked over her shoulder, meaning to order for the both of them while Hadama found a seat.
She didn't object once he decided, only accepted his hand and let him pull her to her feet. The brief connection of their hands left her fingers aching with a new awareness of how cold they had become, and her movements were a bit sluggish as she followed her friend across the street.
Pausing with her hand on the door, Maea tilted her head and gazed up at him, surprised by the admission. Inhaling to respond, she caught herself before the lie could spill over. That she wasn't hurting. That she was fine, no need to worry. She couldn't hold his gaze for more than a few moments before it fell to the ground. She sighed. "Sorry. It's a bad habit." One she would need to be far less sober to address, if that was where this conversation was going.
Pushing the door open, a rush of warm air greeted them. As Hadama had promised the bar was quiet at this time of day. A vixen of a woman stood behind the bar with a rag in hand, dusting bottles and taking stock, while a few locals sat hunched over lists of this and that. Merchants, perhaps? Not that it mattered, as her feet brought her shuffling towards the bar. "What do you want?" she asked over her shoulder, meaning to order for the both of them while Hadama found a seat.
Don't walk away
