Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Following Thalassa with dismay as she began to rummage for liquor, Maea sagged in her seat. She should have kept her mouth shut. Should have known it wasn't enough to hint at a problem without spelling it out. Scowling at the glass as it filled, she eventually sighed and took a sip, feeling the burn all the way down the throat.
"Fine. Astaroth is a cannibal. I don't know if he's told you; when we met he was fairly open about it, but he also assured me that he didn't do that anymore. So, even though I found it a tad uncomfortable, I made an effort to look past it. He's from a different time - different rules applied."
Outside the window, several flashes could be seen and a faint prickling of the air had the hair on her arms stand up. That lightning strike had been close! Twisting the glass between her hands, Maea's lips thinned.
"You know I worked at the Dusklight last LongNight? There was an incident with one of the guests, bad enough that he was sent to jail. Later Asta disappeared, and I followed, to see what he was up to. I found him... torturing that prisoner. Eating him alive. And when I confronted both him and Danta about it, all they did was shrug."
Looking up, there was a reserved expression as the gagued Thalassa for an opinion. There was more to the story, but before she went on Maea wanted to know what kind of audience she was preaching to. It didn't change the truth of what happened... But certainly it would determine how she conveyed it.
"Fine. Astaroth is a cannibal. I don't know if he's told you; when we met he was fairly open about it, but he also assured me that he didn't do that anymore. So, even though I found it a tad uncomfortable, I made an effort to look past it. He's from a different time - different rules applied."
Outside the window, several flashes could be seen and a faint prickling of the air had the hair on her arms stand up. That lightning strike had been close! Twisting the glass between her hands, Maea's lips thinned.
"You know I worked at the Dusklight last LongNight? There was an incident with one of the guests, bad enough that he was sent to jail. Later Asta disappeared, and I followed, to see what he was up to. I found him... torturing that prisoner. Eating him alive. And when I confronted both him and Danta about it, all they did was shrug."
Looking up, there was a reserved expression as the gagued Thalassa for an opinion. There was more to the story, but before she went on Maea wanted to know what kind of audience she was preaching to. It didn't change the truth of what happened... But certainly it would determine how she conveyed it.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
