Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea hummed, sounding amused. "You're in the right place for that, I dare say." More than one of the milling throng around the bar were casting lingering glances upon the woman, and if she was any judge there was one musclebound fellow a few stools down the counter who seemed to be paying particular attention to what they were saying. It was not Maea's first choice of 'activity', but neither did she intend to get in the way; that would be bad for business.
She frowned as the drunken man bumped into Thalassa. On the wrong side of the bar, all she could do was watch as the fool slurred something and promptly went down. Craning her neck to look for someone to haul him out of the establishment, she flagged down a bouncer - not Asta, for which she was both relieved and disappointed - before turning back to her friend.
"Of course. Sorry about that. What was he on about?"
Reaching for a new glass, it was soon placed within reach of the dark-haired woman, while Maea began to mop up the spilled whiskey with a rag.
She frowned as the drunken man bumped into Thalassa. On the wrong side of the bar, all she could do was watch as the fool slurred something and promptly went down. Craning her neck to look for someone to haul him out of the establishment, she flagged down a bouncer - not Asta, for which she was both relieved and disappointed - before turning back to her friend.
"Of course. Sorry about that. What was he on about?"
Reaching for a new glass, it was soon placed within reach of the dark-haired woman, while Maea began to mop up the spilled whiskey with a rag.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
