Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
Given the early hour but also the habits of guards and arms-masters, Maea had expected a few habitual fae practitioners on the field, but not Hadama. Observing his steady approach from her upside down perspective, she shot him a quick smile and gracefully lowered her feet back to the ground.
"Good morning. Be my guest. It looks like we have the place to ourself for now." Her voice was pitched low in the quiet, as though the drifting mist and somnolent chirrup of early birds shouldn't be interrupted. Truth be told, she hadn't slept much over the night; too many things had happened over the past few days and it all caught up in the quiet hours.
"Would you care to spar? It's been a while since we tried it..." Maea didn't think she had improved much since last time, but it was always interesting to test herself against stronger opponents. With Hadama, risk of causing serious harm was so low that the anxiety she'd felt when facing Thalassa barely registered beyond a light flutter of anticipation.
"Good morning. Be my guest. It looks like we have the place to ourself for now." Her voice was pitched low in the quiet, as though the drifting mist and somnolent chirrup of early birds shouldn't be interrupted. Truth be told, she hadn't slept much over the night; too many things had happened over the past few days and it all caught up in the quiet hours.
"Would you care to spar? It's been a while since we tried it..." Maea didn't think she had improved much since last time, but it was always interesting to test herself against stronger opponents. With Hadama, risk of causing serious harm was so low that the anxiety she'd felt when facing Thalassa barely registered beyond a light flutter of anticipation.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
