Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Waiting for the door to open, Maea contemplated the speckled mud stains freckling thr hem of her gown with pursed lips. Moths had made a home in her gut, stupidly panicking at the sound of footsteps from the room within. It was a first, this. Up until now, Thalassa and her had mostly had unexpected encounters. Run-ins, rows, strained attempts to patch things up only for it all to blow up in their faces all over again. Sometimes Maea wondered why they tried. But there was something about the younger woman... something inexplicable that left her with a desire to do better. Maybe it was the expectations the saw in the pirate's blue eyes, maybe it was the disappointment whenever Maea failed to live up to them... In the end, she kept coming back.
As the door swung open, the pale-skinned little ancient looked up and met the gaze of her host with a faint smile of her own. "Hello. It's good to see you."
Stepping inside and closing the door behind her, Maea paused on the threshold to take in the room. Simple enough, it had a lived in feel about it she appreciated. The air smelled of residual alcohol vapors, of parchment and weapon oil and something that was entirely Thalassa, an ambiance she didn't mind in the least. Noticing the refreshments set out, she held out a paper bag towards Thal. "I brought some pies, if you would like. There's both sweet and savory ones... though it'll be a surprise as to which are which. They look the same to me."
Making sure to wipe her feet, she headed for the table and sat down, wishing she could feel less awkward about being in someone elses space. It was lack of practice, really; it was a long time since she had the kind of friends you dropped in on.
As the door swung open, the pale-skinned little ancient looked up and met the gaze of her host with a faint smile of her own. "Hello. It's good to see you."
Stepping inside and closing the door behind her, Maea paused on the threshold to take in the room. Simple enough, it had a lived in feel about it she appreciated. The air smelled of residual alcohol vapors, of parchment and weapon oil and something that was entirely Thalassa, an ambiance she didn't mind in the least. Noticing the refreshments set out, she held out a paper bag towards Thal. "I brought some pies, if you would like. There's both sweet and savory ones... though it'll be a surprise as to which are which. They look the same to me."
Making sure to wipe her feet, she headed for the table and sat down, wishing she could feel less awkward about being in someone elses space. It was lack of practice, really; it was a long time since she had the kind of friends you dropped in on.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
