Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Cues? The perplexed expression showed that Maea was either wildly ignorant as to what the captain meant, or entirely invested in her refusal to admit anything was going on at all. Which was more accurate was anyone's guess; at least she softened at the sentiment that she might deserve something, any annoyance with Thalassa warming into gratitude.
"Whatever do you mean? You're an excellent friend. I never bicker as well with anyone else - you should be proud." It was only half in jest; the fact that they could argue and still remain friends spoke of a bond between them that was far from flimsy. Despite their wild differences in fashion, personality, liberalism and moral values, somehow this still worked. Because they wanted it to; because life would be far duller if Maea had to go on without her scowling, teasing, wickedly affectionate mischievous sister-of-Dygra.
"I need to get this back home, and find a pot... do you want to come back with me or will you return to your ship?" The bundle in her arms didn't weigh much, but it dragged on them all the same. Precious as an infant, Maea was terribly afraid that something might come for her before she got home. "Sorry about the hunt – I'll make it up to you another day. Promise."
"Whatever do you mean? You're an excellent friend. I never bicker as well with anyone else - you should be proud." It was only half in jest; the fact that they could argue and still remain friends spoke of a bond between them that was far from flimsy. Despite their wild differences in fashion, personality, liberalism and moral values, somehow this still worked. Because they wanted it to; because life would be far duller if Maea had to go on without her scowling, teasing, wickedly affectionate mischievous sister-of-Dygra.
"I need to get this back home, and find a pot... do you want to come back with me or will you return to your ship?" The bundle in her arms didn't weigh much, but it dragged on them all the same. Precious as an infant, Maea was terribly afraid that something might come for her before she got home. "Sorry about the hunt – I'll make it up to you another day. Promise."
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
