// now I've been crazy, couldn't you tell? //
Could an encounter be more different? The sense of a whirlwind approaching was much the same as last time they met near water, but the queen's laughter was so much more preferable to the hiss of breath filtering through teeth in preparation for a tongue-lashing. Turning to greet Flora with a faint smile, Maea raised a pale brow in dry humor.
"Because I write to you at all?" she suggested, keenly aware that they weren't exactly what you would call friends. "I'm glad the shock didn't prevent you from coming. Feels like we're overdue for a real talk - and that's not even why I asked to see you."
Unsure how to greet the vibrant young woman - with a handshake? a hug? the awkward wave of a hand she would be inclined to offer, or something else altogether? - she settled for offering an arm before showing the way to a popular outdoor bar overlooking the water. There was a bit of a crowd before they could make the orders, which was just as well because the selection of drinks from hot to cold, spicy or sweet, with or without alcohol was nothing if not impressive.
Dressed in a knitted dress of a midnight blue with a fold-down collar and an accent of embroidered chamomile cascading over one shoulder, Maea had put her hair up in a braided crown around her head. Already restless fingers had tugged loose wisps of hair from its confines, and with the black coat hung loose over the shoulders she looked unusually relaxed, lit from within by a liveliness in her expression that was altogether new - or at least, to Flora it would be.
"Because I write to you at all?" she suggested, keenly aware that they weren't exactly what you would call friends. "I'm glad the shock didn't prevent you from coming. Feels like we're overdue for a real talk - and that's not even why I asked to see you."
Unsure how to greet the vibrant young woman - with a handshake? a hug? the awkward wave of a hand she would be inclined to offer, or something else altogether? - she settled for offering an arm before showing the way to a popular outdoor bar overlooking the water. There was a bit of a crowd before they could make the orders, which was just as well because the selection of drinks from hot to cold, spicy or sweet, with or without alcohol was nothing if not impressive.
Dressed in a knitted dress of a midnight blue with a fold-down collar and an accent of embroidered chamomile cascading over one shoulder, Maea had put her hair up in a braided crown around her head. Already restless fingers had tugged loose wisps of hair from its confines, and with the black coat hung loose over the shoulders she looked unusually relaxed, lit from within by a liveliness in her expression that was altogether new - or at least, to Flora it would be.
Maea
// I threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell //
