Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
So far, so good. Maea remained undetected for the time being, and since it worked well to keep herself moving, she began to meander her way through the crowd with a course set for the base. It felt strange to hide her horns. The way the hood fell around her face had been the normal once, but now she couldn't get used to the way cloth brushed against her cheeks. Risking the flash of a pale-skinned hand to adjust it, she pulled the hood as far forward over the face as she could while still able to see. Getting tired of my own words
The mood of the crowd grew testy, more threatening by the second. Hoping Thalassa wouldn't get herself injured, she made a note to herself to avoid getting on the captain's bad side again; unlike Maea, Thal seemed to revel in both the attention and the mischied of this game. Despite the whole point being to avoid notice.
Perhaps she hadn't gotten the memo.
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Maea is moving through the crowd towards the base.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
