Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
They were not wrong.
A stressed out fae informed Maea within moments of her entering the building that No, there were no vacancies, and No, they didn't expect any within a fortnight at the least. Finding herself eyed up and down, a not so courteous suggestion did come for a room at another establishment in case she would consider doing some, hm, side jobs...? No? But when Maea declined she was met with a shrug and was left standing in the foyer to stew in her own thoughts, as the bustle and din of lunchguests battered her ears.
It was a subdued woman that returned outside to the waiting dragoon. The result was written all over her face, so she didn't bother to inform him. Falling in beside Liam, she leaned back against a slender tree and watched as fae and humans alike spilled in and out of the inn, many dressed for hikes with packs and gear and all the accoutrement of an expedition. For a time, she said nothing.
"... it's not that I doubt you," she tried eventually. Liam hadn't asked for any reasons why she kept turning him down, but that only made it worse. " And I know I'm being silly for declining your offer... It's just..." Even now when she stood without any other options, she still didn't feel comfortable with occupying his space. Maybe it was just a room for a night or two.
But maybe it was far, far more than just a room, too. And she had no idea how to explain that without making a complete fool of herself.
A stressed out fae informed Maea within moments of her entering the building that No, there were no vacancies, and No, they didn't expect any within a fortnight at the least. Finding herself eyed up and down, a not so courteous suggestion did come for a room at another establishment in case she would consider doing some, hm, side jobs...? No? But when Maea declined she was met with a shrug and was left standing in the foyer to stew in her own thoughts, as the bustle and din of lunchguests battered her ears.
It was a subdued woman that returned outside to the waiting dragoon. The result was written all over her face, so she didn't bother to inform him. Falling in beside Liam, she leaned back against a slender tree and watched as fae and humans alike spilled in and out of the inn, many dressed for hikes with packs and gear and all the accoutrement of an expedition. For a time, she said nothing.
"... it's not that I doubt you," she tried eventually. Liam hadn't asked for any reasons why she kept turning him down, but that only made it worse. " And I know I'm being silly for declining your offer... It's just..." Even now when she stood without any other options, she still didn't feel comfortable with occupying his space. Maybe it was just a room for a night or two.
But maybe it was far, far more than just a room, too. And she had no idea how to explain that without making a complete fool of herself.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
