Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Selecting a slice of the cured meat for herself while Thalassa investigated the pies, Maea let the salty taste settle her nerves. Chewing slowly, the silence was of the kind that begged to be filled; a testament to the frailty of whatever bond they shared. Not the unbreakable kind, not even one of particular flexibility, it felt more akin to leather. Without proper care and maintenance it would begin to dry out, moldering apart until nothing remained.
The food was as much a peace offering as a simple treat. An attempt to oil the leather, so to speak, in the hopes that some of the disrepair could be mended.
"Yeah," Maea replied, just a bit too casual. "As I suspected, it didn't take long. Everything I own is in the travel chest... I left it in the cart outside for now." Rather than sending it off by courier and paying a hefty sum, she had borrowed a cart from a once neighbor. It left her free to take a detour past the ruins of her childhood home, taking the time to say proper farewells. It had been bittersweet to go among the barren trees of the orchard; last time she visited had been with Harper for company, and the loss of him stung all over again.
"Have you settled in alright here?" she wanted to know, casting lavender eyes about the apartment. "I never expected you to actually settle down, to be honest... Did something change?"
The food was as much a peace offering as a simple treat. An attempt to oil the leather, so to speak, in the hopes that some of the disrepair could be mended.
"Yeah," Maea replied, just a bit too casual. "As I suspected, it didn't take long. Everything I own is in the travel chest... I left it in the cart outside for now." Rather than sending it off by courier and paying a hefty sum, she had borrowed a cart from a once neighbor. It left her free to take a detour past the ruins of her childhood home, taking the time to say proper farewells. It had been bittersweet to go among the barren trees of the orchard; last time she visited had been with Harper for company, and the loss of him stung all over again.
"Have you settled in alright here?" she wanted to know, casting lavender eyes about the apartment. "I never expected you to actually settle down, to be honest... Did something change?"
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
