Maea
It's not a demon at your door
She gave him her best innocent look, fluttering frosted eyelashes his way. "You said you were rusty... Changing that won't be done in a single day. I'm not bad, but I'm not that good." Just confident enough to think she could give him a challenge, but not so much that she considered it impossible to lose. Unlike the times when she faced Hadama, or Deimos, or even Talyson, here she had an opponent against whom she had a chance of winning - not that it was the point of a spar. It just helped make things interesting.
Snorting lightly, Maea nodded in fervent agreement that less purple would be an improvement. "Speaking of colors though, what should we do for Fiat Lux? It's coming up soon... Back when I was a kid my family either had a food stand or hosted sheep shearing contest. Not sure that's to the fae's liking though. I recall something about capturing the sun and telling stories when we first made contact with them, after the barrier fell from the Grounds."
Snorting lightly, Maea nodded in fervent agreement that less purple would be an improvement. "Speaking of colors though, what should we do for Fiat Lux? It's coming up soon... Back when I was a kid my family either had a food stand or hosted sheep shearing contest. Not sure that's to the fae's liking though. I recall something about capturing the sun and telling stories when we first made contact with them, after the barrier fell from the Grounds."
It's just your shadow on the floor
