Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Busying her hands with braiding back the long hair over her shoulder, Maea walked up to Liam. Her gaze was on the fae as they began easing into activity, slowly at first though with growing enthusiasm, as though reminded of older traditions that had come to seem unimportant of late.
"Where should we start?" she murmured, glancing up at her friend. There was much activity to organize, and while she might be able to figure something out, Liam was the veteran in this village. His rapport with the fae was better by far, given the years he had spent here.
Waiting to see if anyone else would come to join, she tied off the braid and tucked her hands into the pockets of her coat, shifting her weight from toe to heel and back again, itching to get herself involved.
"Where should we start?" she murmured, glancing up at her friend. There was much activity to organize, and while she might be able to figure something out, Liam was the veteran in this village. His rapport with the fae was better by far, given the years he had spent here.
Waiting to see if anyone else would come to join, she tied off the braid and tucked her hands into the pockets of her coat, shifting her weight from toe to heel and back again, itching to get herself involved.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
