[PQ+] ready or not

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

Maea was not in a mood, especially not given who the instigator of said game was. A sideways glance at Thalassa did bring back an earlier conversation however, about how she was uptight and in need of letting loose. If that meant joining in with games, then... fine.
Sighing to herself she gave her friend a nod, then cast a look around to see who else would be joining. Spotting Alys, Maea waved back and felt a bit better about the whole thing; that was at least one person unlikely to shoot or stab her for the fun of it.

Oh. And of course she was first to seek. Was it deliberate? Was she being bullied? With the Honeybee it was hard to tell; Maea kept her expression neutral and simply played along, stomping down any unease or apprehension and squashing it thoroughly beneath a figurative heel.

It shall be said, it took courage to close her eyes with Melita present. As Maea started to count, every number that dropped from her lips came with the vision of arrows in flight and an expectation of pain. Certainly the cold sweat and her own thundering pulse kept her from listening after disappearing footsteps, and by the time she neared the deadline, she was standing by herself.
"... ninetyeight, ninettynine, one hundred. Ready or not... "

Opening her eyes, all she saw was the town, a few scattered spectators and budding signs of Flowerbirth in progress. Figuring the wouldn't get far with her eyes, Maea shifted into a molten tiger, and noted with grim amusement how she suddenly was granted a lot of private space. Focusing, she sniffed the air and began to search for familiar scents, tracks or the furtive, fidgety sounds of someone trying to stay very very still.

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Maea counts to 100, then shifts into a Molten Tiger and starts searching for tracks using the tigers senses.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3