Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
"Mhm, they are that," she agreed. His sympathy was so genuine that it warmed her more than rankled, and for once Maea found it easy to ride the wave of sorrow to it's end, without sinking too deep. "At least there's Dygra - so far my contact with her has been very encouraging. Have you heard anything about her around here, yet..?" Unsure of exactly how isolated the region was, she'd like to think even the fae and those who lived with them would notice the influx of Ancients. Liam had not so much as commented on her unusual features; even for a polite, well-mannered soldier a tail ought to be strange enough to inquire about.
Unless he thought she was still a hybrid? Attuned enough to partially shift? Now she was really curious about how much he knew.
Unless he thought she was still a hybrid? Attuned enough to partially shift? Now she was really curious about how much he knew.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
