Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Ske looked pleased. "More sweets for me then." Licking syrup off her fingers, Maea helped herself to another treat while Danta considered. Her expression softened at the answer, and she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that was fun. Maybe you could try some kind of art? Or music. You would look amazing with a lute." Winking mischievously at him, she hummed a phrase of a tune she couldn't remember the lyrics to.
Stifling a yawn against the back of her hand, she shifted in her seat so she could gaze out over the room. From here, all she saw were silhouettes of laughing, dancing, twisting shades, abstract in shades of crimson and gold. "Makes me wish I could dance," she sighed wistfully. "You know, properly, not just spin on the spot. You ever seen those in Torchline who leap and spin and all? I'd like to be like that..." Now that was art, in her eyes.
Stifling a yawn against the back of her hand, she shifted in her seat so she could gaze out over the room. From here, all she saw were silhouettes of laughing, dancing, twisting shades, abstract in shades of crimson and gold. "Makes me wish I could dance," she sighed wistfully. "You know, properly, not just spin on the spot. You ever seen those in Torchline who leap and spin and all? I'd like to be like that..." Now that was art, in her eyes.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
