Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Interesting? Not the word Maea would have used. With a sinking feeling the regarded Thalassa, trying to read her expression for a sign of what 'interesting' might mean. It didn't do her any good; she had never been good at reading people and the captain was good at controling her emotions.
Growing very still at the follow up question, Maea tried to emulate her. "He... assaulted someone in the brothel. Had some cronies, some were mages - it got pretty messy." Frowning down at the table, the echo of rough hands roaming her body was too vivid.
Pushing the memory back, off, as far away from conscious thought as possible, she forced her hands to unclench. "I don't know that it matters much. Nobody deserves to die like that. And I can't respect any leadership that condones torture, for any reason. Call me a wuss if you like; I just don't think it's right."
Growing very still at the follow up question, Maea tried to emulate her. "He... assaulted someone in the brothel. Had some cronies, some were mages - it got pretty messy." Frowning down at the table, the echo of rough hands roaming her body was too vivid.
Pushing the memory back, off, as far away from conscious thought as possible, she forced her hands to unclench. "I don't know that it matters much. Nobody deserves to die like that. And I can't respect any leadership that condones torture, for any reason. Call me a wuss if you like; I just don't think it's right."
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
