// won't you breathe with me? //
Gathering her own bowl to serve herself of the stew, Maea settled back opposite Liam at the table and tried a mouthful of the food. It warmed her all the way down the throat - scalding, some would say - and she hummed in approval of the flavors that lingered. "It's really good! Couldn't have made it better myself." It was simple fare, yet still delicious, and she ate with good appetite - only now that she could relax again did she realize how hungry she'd been.
"I get how disheartening that must have been," she replied between spoonfuls. "Perhaps there might be some way to retain any of the people who's come for the roses? One is a miracle, more would be incredible - but considering how it simply appeared before me, I wonder if it wouldn't be just as effective to keep an eye out while we focus on some other project."
Holding up so as not to wolf her food down, the pale woman gazed at the dragoon with lavender eyes turned dark in the subtle light of the room. "Is there any kind of governance right now? Among the fae? Depending on what we want to do, we'd have to ask for permission... Unless you took over, of course." It was meant as a joke, but even as she said it, the idea didn't sound bad at all. Narrowing eyes considered the man across the table all over again; his drive, his generous spirit, the deep need to make a difference... "Actually, why don't you? If Phoebe already asked you to help, that would be as good as any succession to my ears..."
"I get how disheartening that must have been," she replied between spoonfuls. "Perhaps there might be some way to retain any of the people who's come for the roses? One is a miracle, more would be incredible - but considering how it simply appeared before me, I wonder if it wouldn't be just as effective to keep an eye out while we focus on some other project."
Holding up so as not to wolf her food down, the pale woman gazed at the dragoon with lavender eyes turned dark in the subtle light of the room. "Is there any kind of governance right now? Among the fae? Depending on what we want to do, we'd have to ask for permission... Unless you took over, of course." It was meant as a joke, but even as she said it, the idea didn't sound bad at all. Narrowing eyes considered the man across the table all over again; his drive, his generous spirit, the deep need to make a difference... "Actually, why don't you? If Phoebe already asked you to help, that would be as good as any succession to my ears..."
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
