Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Laughing at the firm distaste in the description, Maea found a clean cloth and pressed it against the small nick to stimy the bloodflow. "I didn't like them either for the longest time," she confessed. "But after seeing what the void does to them, I've gained a new appreciation for the healthy ones. It's why I fix them up when I can." Who knew if the spiders sheltered within this bar would turn out to be the last of their kind at some point. The idea was awful, yet also served as motivation to keep working towards a solution. Not that she could do much right now; Longnight put a halt to most endeavors and forced an unwanted break down her throat.
Cocking her head aside at Thalassa's question, the petite woman considered. "Something other? Like what?" There really wasn't much else to do here besides working, drinking and, uh, frolicking... suspecting that's what the woman was suggesting, Maea hastily shook her head and busied herself with wiping down the already spotless counter, cheeks turning scarlet despite her best attempt at remaining poised. "Erm, no. No I don't think so. Not my thing."
Cocking her head aside at Thalassa's question, the petite woman considered. "Something other? Like what?" There really wasn't much else to do here besides working, drinking and, uh, frolicking... suspecting that's what the woman was suggesting, Maea hastily shook her head and busied herself with wiping down the already spotless counter, cheeks turning scarlet despite her best attempt at remaining poised. "Erm, no. No I don't think so. Not my thing."
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
