and there's no turning back

Maea

I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear

"In that case I'll bring some for you too," she chirped and got up from her seat. Somewhat to her own surprise, Maea found her knees perfectly capable of supporting her weight. It was by no means a straight line she drew between the booth and the bar, but she made it without clinging to the walls and only once bumped into someone. Returning a few moments later with a plate piled high with fruits and meat and cheese - and sweets, because why deny herself anything at this point? - she set it triumphantly between them, offering Danta the first choice with a sweeping gesture. "Ta da! Sweet or spicy?"

Spilling back into the booth with all the grace of a tiger high on catnip, Maea stole a slice of some sticky sweet pastry for herself and munched on it while considering the rest of the conversation. "I don't know about 'should'," she mused, "I just reckon that you can if you want to. There's no one who will stop you now, at least. Quite the opposite." She counted off a list on her fingers. "I enjoy magic, and books, and learning new ways to fight, and seeing new places. These past few seasons I've learned how to sail a skyboat and the basics of smithing... It's been fun." And hectic; but that was entirely by choice, and had served a purpose in keeping her from brooding too much.
Looking up at the Theocrat, she cocked her head curiously at him; "What about you? Anything about the past year that stands out?"

Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!