Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Noticing the neutral expression on Elizabeth's face, Maea schooled her own face into the polite smile of a friendly passerby. The initial stab of panic eased and she rolled her shoulders back in a light shrug, affecting some mild interest at the suggestion. "Yes, perhaps..."Getting tired of my own words
"Ah, not at all," the vendor quickly interjected - as expected. "Fine materials only of course, for wares of highest quality, and I can see that you both have an eye for these things. Perhaps you might consider..." he said, offering a new price for the baubles.
Turning back towards the stall, Maea considered for a moment before impulsively interjecting again. "I've a mind to purchase those wine glasses after all... pray tell, what offer would you give for those plus the bookmark?" She and the mind mender could always settle the economy between themselves later. The cold of the day was beginning to stiffen her joints, and Maea looked forward to thawing herself out by a fire, with a mug of mulled wine. Shapes in the corner of her eyes made her shudder, though likely it was only phantoms wrought by the snow.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
