Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Any other time she would have been hard pressed not to laugh at the offended look on Danta's face at being told to tidy up. Alas, this time Maea wondered if she ought to offer to switch tasks instead - only to decide against it, preferring to say as little as possible. Strange, how the tall blond could be so much more intimidating than even Dahlia had been. While one had caused her spine to straighten, the other had it slumping under the weight of their disagreement.
Grateful for the fiddly task of assembling the filing cabinet, she treated it as a puzzle. Seated cross-legged on the floor the petite girl patiently fitted one piece at a time into place, with the long hair falling before her face like a screen to keep the world out. She only looked up once in a while to check her progress against Asta's mockup.
Maes assembles the filing drawers
Grateful for the fiddly task of assembling the filing cabinet, she treated it as a puzzle. Seated cross-legged on the floor the petite girl patiently fitted one piece at a time into place, with the long hair falling before her face like a screen to keep the world out. She only looked up once in a while to check her progress against Asta's mockup.
Maes assembles the filing drawers
Maea
