Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Ghosts awakened with the setting of the sun. The last true day of the year had been a frantic race to make it back home from Torchline, and despite her original intention to spend the longest night safely at home, Maea simply didn't make it in time. The second best option was this. Having donned a bartender uniform she signed up for shifts and threw herself into the hectic activity of plying the guests of the Dusklight with drinks. There was work enough to go around and even with her limited experience the other workers were grateful; at least she could chip ice, pour beer and whisky, rum and gin and leave their hands free to deal with the more complicated drinks.
Staying busy was necessary. A leaden weight had settled in her gut as the stars winked out and she flinched every time someone opened the front door. Only the location of the brothel deep within the Last Whisper kept her from panicking - when a lifetime of ingrained terror clashed with the new times, challenging her perception of what was normal and safe.
And so Maea poured drinks. Cleaned shot glasses, wiped the counter, restocked the shelves and poured more drinks. Turning towards the newly arrived customer when the heard her name drop, she recognized Thalassa and flashed off a customer service smile, entirely forged.
"Thalassa! A welcome coincidence, indeed. What can I get you?" Stuck in service mode, it felt a bit strange to serve someone she knew; they both knew this was not her usual place, and it left Maea feeling like a fraud.
Staying busy was necessary. A leaden weight had settled in her gut as the stars winked out and she flinched every time someone opened the front door. Only the location of the brothel deep within the Last Whisper kept her from panicking - when a lifetime of ingrained terror clashed with the new times, challenging her perception of what was normal and safe.
And so Maea poured drinks. Cleaned shot glasses, wiped the counter, restocked the shelves and poured more drinks. Turning towards the newly arrived customer when the heard her name drop, she recognized Thalassa and flashed off a customer service smile, entirely forged.
"Thalassa! A welcome coincidence, indeed. What can I get you?" Stuck in service mode, it felt a bit strange to serve someone she knew; they both knew this was not her usual place, and it left Maea feeling like a fraud.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
