Setting eyes upon a sweet looking young woman with her arms full of writing supplies, Maea's expression softened. Peering past her towards the boisterous man, she could understand the desire to take a detour. Returning attention to her work, she picked up a wad of paper from a pocket in her shadow-black velvet dress to blotoff the spilled ink.
"It's alright, no harm done," she replied with a quick smile. "My fault for keeping the ink where it might spill. Do you need somewhere to sit? I can contain my madness. Or try, at least."
Gesturing to the sprawling paper landscape, she reached out to begin condensing the space she took up, only to pause and look up, waiting for an answer before committing to sharing. It was an inevitable risk while working out of office, but given the shared intent here, she didn't expect to mind the company.
"It's alright, no harm done," she replied with a quick smile. "My fault for keeping the ink where it might spill. Do you need somewhere to sit? I can contain my madness. Or try, at least."
Gesturing to the sprawling paper landscape, she reached out to begin condensing the space she took up, only to pause and look up, waiting for an answer before committing to sharing. It was an inevitable risk while working out of office, but given the shared intent here, she didn't expect to mind the company.
Maea
Just a glimpse of truth
