Maea
He would have to wait a little longer. Maea was busy double and triple checking her gear one final time before they got too far from the ship. She had tied a black kerchief drenched in oil over mouth and nose to at least try and keep the potent fumes from the plantlife out of her lungs, and with her hair tied up and hands gloved over, she had taken on a rather sinister looking aura of pure efficiency.
Securing the backpack to her shoulders, she patted down the sides of the armored dress to check that the belt strung over her hips was secure, that her chakram could be easily reached, that the plain bow and quiver of arrows wouldn't tangle into anything as she walked, that waterskin and anything else of essence was exactly where it should be.
"Everything is here. Alright, now I'm ready." Nodding to Tal and sparing Thalassa a subtle wink - she thought the Messenger was being impatient, and made no attempt to hide it - she went to join her friend. Stepping beneath the canopy eased the strain of her eyes against the sun, but she sighed when the blazing heat from the sigh faded a touch. Talyson probably found it pleasant, though.
Maea brings what she has on her profile, plus a bag of food and first aid supplies, a regular bow and arrow and water. She has tied an oil-soaked rag over her face to mitigate hallucinogenic spores/fumes from the local flora.
Securing the backpack to her shoulders, she patted down the sides of the armored dress to check that the belt strung over her hips was secure, that her chakram could be easily reached, that the plain bow and quiver of arrows wouldn't tangle into anything as she walked, that waterskin and anything else of essence was exactly where it should be.
"Everything is here. Alright, now I'm ready." Nodding to Tal and sparing Thalassa a subtle wink - she thought the Messenger was being impatient, and made no attempt to hide it - she went to join her friend. Stepping beneath the canopy eased the strain of her eyes against the sun, but she sighed when the blazing heat from the sigh faded a touch. Talyson probably found it pleasant, though.
Maea brings what she has on her profile, plus a bag of food and first aid supplies, a regular bow and arrow and water. She has tied an oil-soaked rag over her face to mitigate hallucinogenic spores/fumes from the local flora.
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
Table base by Skylark
