"Maea." The deep voice was quiet, but its low rumble traveled through the bustle of the busy marketplace, warm and welcoming. The man who spoke was difficult to miss amidst the diminutive Fae who called the Sidhe Village home; indeed, though he was often head and shoulders above many humans he truly towered over the local inhabitants like a giant. Black leather trousers kept his legs warm, and in a concession to the lingering chill in the air he wore a wrap top with spacious, flowing sleeves, layered in white below and Arclight-blue above and held closed by a wide belt of seafoam green cloth. He moved with care, however, his steps unhurried, and in that way was able to avoid unfortunate collisions with the smaller pedestrians in the area as he made his way over to the railing where the pale ancient stood.
"Are you well?" And that question as he tilted his head down at his friend held the weight of many more beneath the genuine concern that her letter had caused him. Still, there was no denying that she looked better than she had when she had first found him in the Climb. Happier. More at peace. And it was a balm to his heart as he rested one hand on the rail. "There is a cafe not far from here, once we find Thalassa. It has outdoor seating, if it is not too cold for you?"
"Are you well?" And that question as he tilted his head down at his friend held the weight of many more beneath the genuine concern that her letter had caused him. Still, there was no denying that she looked better than she had when she had first found him in the Climb. Happier. More at peace. And it was a balm to his heart as he rested one hand on the rail. "There is a cafe not far from here, once we find Thalassa. It has outdoor seating, if it is not too cold for you?"
