[o] [SE] sins, like skeletons, are so very hard to hide

Maea

I see you when you chase
All the dreams inside your head

A fellow vagrant, then? Maea didn't mind, and her slight nod was one of understanding. She'd done much the same herself for quite some time; roaming aimlessly, walking only because it seemed better than lingering for too long in any place. It was her own thoughts she tried to outrun, in the end, so it became an endless loop of walking and stopping, walking and stopping... It had taken a long conversation and a lot of food to snap her out of the last spiral. Looking at this man, she absently wondered what haunted his dreams at night - though she never asked.

"Care to help me with something, then? I'm looking for a flower... It's rare, very difficult to find. Supposed to grow in this region though." For the time being she simply focused on putting distance between them and the Will-o-void, even if the kept scanning the vegetation for a sign of anything rose-adjacent.
The man - Liam, apparently - introduced himself. Bowing her head politely, she smiled hastily. "Maea. Nice to meet you." So far he seemed like an alright sort; she hoped it was an accurate first impression.

I see you when you laugh
And when you love until the bitter end

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