Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
In the middle of the day, she had the changing rooms all to herself. Once Maea was satisfied with sizes and fits and emerged with her final selections, it was to find her friend waiting with a surprise in hand. Looking between Liam and the satchel, she turned it over, growing more impressed with every find of practical pockets, clasps, and the sheer size of it. "No, it's perfect, thank you!" she assured him, brightening at the thoughtful suggestion. It solved the problem of storage very nicely - though the soldier might regret his gesture if he'd known how close she had come to taking him up on his offer after all, for the sheer practicality of it.
Alas, now she had no reason to stop being stubborn. Encouraged enough to hum as she sauntered off to pay for her wares, the Ancient returned with her tail swaying amiably behind her heels, satchel filled with the purchases dangling off a slender shoulder.
"That was the easy part. Shall we make a bet on the inn being booked to the rafters? I suspect it's full, but there really might be a chance..." There was a grim undertone in her voice, something dubious to the lopsided grin that suggested her lack of optimism. But since she was determined to figure this out on her own, there was nothing for it but to ask around.
Alas, now she had no reason to stop being stubborn. Encouraged enough to hum as she sauntered off to pay for her wares, the Ancient returned with her tail swaying amiably behind her heels, satchel filled with the purchases dangling off a slender shoulder.
"That was the easy part. Shall we make a bet on the inn being booked to the rafters? I suspect it's full, but there really might be a chance..." There was a grim undertone in her voice, something dubious to the lopsided grin that suggested her lack of optimism. But since she was determined to figure this out on her own, there was nothing for it but to ask around.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
