// somebody told me that there's two sides to this life //
Surprise widened her eyes as Maea turned, a smile already warming her eyes by the time they fell on Alys. It shouldn't be strange at all to run into one another considering that everyone and their uncle had comme to vacation in the Greatwood. Yet considering the sheer size of the region, the fact that they had managed it twice was a strange and wonderful coincidence.
"Alys! Hi. I'm good," she replied, and actually looked it too. The dark coat had been mended, cleaned of mud and lint and hung better now from shoulders that weren't quite as thin as when they'd met last year. Her white hair had been pulled back in a high ponytail and curled softly in the damp. A few tendrils had escaped and framed her face, softening features that had been locked in harsh wariness and doubt for far too long - the smile came easier now, and lasted longer, reaching her eyes as though risen to the surface from somewhere far within.
"It's good to see you. How has the season treated you so far?" Shifting aside so that the seer could fit better into the space, Maea was glad for the interruption. It was a coin toss every time whether her current sort of mood faded into glum disheartening or brightened into a restless itch to do something, and neither one was very comfortable to endure on her own.
"Alys! Hi. I'm good," she replied, and actually looked it too. The dark coat had been mended, cleaned of mud and lint and hung better now from shoulders that weren't quite as thin as when they'd met last year. Her white hair had been pulled back in a high ponytail and curled softly in the damp. A few tendrils had escaped and framed her face, softening features that had been locked in harsh wariness and doubt for far too long - the smile came easier now, and lasted longer, reaching her eyes as though risen to the surface from somewhere far within.
"It's good to see you. How has the season treated you so far?" Shifting aside so that the seer could fit better into the space, Maea was glad for the interruption. It was a coin toss every time whether her current sort of mood faded into glum disheartening or brightened into a restless itch to do something, and neither one was very comfortable to endure on her own.
Maea
// I think I might've chosen darkness over light //
