Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
Was she actually having fun? At the very least it was soothing to let her hands glide over fabric and leather, to worry about nothing beyond colors and cuts and whether she could afford that pretty, completely impractical knitted dress of a deep midnight dye or not. After walking past it three times Maea decided that she could; and when Liam returned with his finds, she was doubly glad to find it matching well with one of his picks.
"Mmh, I like these!" Picking out the midnight blue shirt and the burgundy top to hold them up together, the effect was subdued yet interesting enough. Comfortable, without looking like the vagabond she was. Maea smiled at Liam, briefly extending a hand to squeeze his arm. "Thank you, they're perfect. Will you wait while I try them on? It won't be long."
Though what she would do once they were done with the shopping and done with finding the inn, she wasn't sure. Maea had nowhere to put her new clothes, no base to return to, nothing to mend or maintain - and it would be another day before there was a point in returning to the forest given all the water still pooling on paths and clinging to shrubs, trees, reeds, just waiting to drench the unwary passerby. The offer of a room shimmered before her like a mirage, tempting with comfort and company alike... As she gazed at herself in the changingroom mirror however, Maea wasn't sure the person staring back at her was brave enough to risk that kind of danger.
Relying on others was a risk. Growing too comfortable with people was risky too. With nothing to offer in return, she felt like accepting would be taking advantage of the earnest, kind person she'd come to meet... and she didn't want to do that. Not when she might leave soon. Not when he didn't know what kind of person he was accepting into his space.
Somehow, the Ancient didn't think he'd be as forgiving of some of her past crimes as others had been.
"Mmh, I like these!" Picking out the midnight blue shirt and the burgundy top to hold them up together, the effect was subdued yet interesting enough. Comfortable, without looking like the vagabond she was. Maea smiled at Liam, briefly extending a hand to squeeze his arm. "Thank you, they're perfect. Will you wait while I try them on? It won't be long."
Though what she would do once they were done with the shopping and done with finding the inn, she wasn't sure. Maea had nowhere to put her new clothes, no base to return to, nothing to mend or maintain - and it would be another day before there was a point in returning to the forest given all the water still pooling on paths and clinging to shrubs, trees, reeds, just waiting to drench the unwary passerby. The offer of a room shimmered before her like a mirage, tempting with comfort and company alike... As she gazed at herself in the changingroom mirror however, Maea wasn't sure the person staring back at her was brave enough to risk that kind of danger.
Relying on others was a risk. Growing too comfortable with people was risky too. With nothing to offer in return, she felt like accepting would be taking advantage of the earnest, kind person she'd come to meet... and she didn't want to do that. Not when she might leave soon. Not when he didn't know what kind of person he was accepting into his space.
Somehow, the Ancient didn't think he'd be as forgiving of some of her past crimes as others had been.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
