Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
Though the wind kept driving clouds across the sky it was warm in the shelter of the forest village. As scents of cooked food grew more pronounced the crowd grew, though not as much as Maea had feared. The worst of the lunch rush was already over, and they could take their time to pick out what to order. The Ancient perked up visibly at the mention of meat pies – "I love pie!" – and as they settled down by the table to eat, she had not only a savory pie but a sugared apple tart for dessert, along with a mug of steaming hot tea.
"Oh yeah?" Taking a big bite of the food, she accepted the note and poured over the sketch as she chewed, intrigued by the design. It was a neat idea in her opinion, very convenient if it worked. "Did they answer? What did they say - can it be done?" Maea was a bit surprised by how quickly Liam had put thought into action. Looking up to with keen interest to hear the answer, it occurred to her that perhaps she ought to stop trying to guess what he might do in any given situation. So far he'd been nothing but reliable - she ought to trust that a bit more.
"Oh yeah?" Taking a big bite of the food, she accepted the note and poured over the sketch as she chewed, intrigued by the design. It was a neat idea in her opinion, very convenient if it worked. "Did they answer? What did they say - can it be done?" Maea was a bit surprised by how quickly Liam had put thought into action. Looking up to with keen interest to hear the answer, it occurred to her that perhaps she ought to stop trying to guess what he might do in any given situation. So far he'd been nothing but reliable - she ought to trust that a bit more.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
