Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Waving off the assurances that no debt was owed, Maea hummed in amusement, a spark coming into her eyes. Seeing their reactions was reason enough for gifts, if they really didn't want repayment. "If they do melt, let me know. I was told they were made with only the best materials - I might get a refund." Not to mention an excuse to try some glass-making of her own. Ever since she'd watched Hotaru ply her trade there had been an itch to give it a whirl, though as usual a lack of confidence had gotten in the way. At the very least she ought to be able to make something to hold liquid, though the craftsmanship of the glasses would take years to achieve.
Tucking her hands into her sleeves, the short woman shrugged lightly at the question. Eyeing the table laden with food and treats, she kept her tone even - not in the mood to get into detail on her state of mind on a night that was supposed to be fun. "Not too bad. The time away has helped me get my feet on the ground again... I think it helped, at least. Some friends have been scolding me for the silence... though I think we've talked it through for now. Lately... I'm thinking of what to do with myself." Dying had a way of shifting ones priorities. For all that she still enjoyed delving into old books and scrolls in search if history, the Grounds felt less and less like the home it once had been. "Possibly I might take Remi's advice and move."
Giving in to the temptation, she reached for a plate laden with dried fruit and filched a handful of what might be peaches. It tasted like courage as she bit into the pruned up flesh, sticky sweet and heartening. "What have you been up to?"
Tucking her hands into her sleeves, the short woman shrugged lightly at the question. Eyeing the table laden with food and treats, she kept her tone even - not in the mood to get into detail on her state of mind on a night that was supposed to be fun. "Not too bad. The time away has helped me get my feet on the ground again... I think it helped, at least. Some friends have been scolding me for the silence... though I think we've talked it through for now. Lately... I'm thinking of what to do with myself." Dying had a way of shifting ones priorities. For all that she still enjoyed delving into old books and scrolls in search if history, the Grounds felt less and less like the home it once had been. "Possibly I might take Remi's advice and move."
Giving in to the temptation, she reached for a plate laden with dried fruit and filched a handful of what might be peaches. It tasted like courage as she bit into the pruned up flesh, sticky sweet and heartening. "What have you been up to?"
Maea
