// May the road rise up to meet you //
Padding barefoot across the floor, Maea was still chewing with a half eaten sandwich in her hand when she answered the door. If a day off had a face it might look something like hers; still shuffling around in her nightgown with a threadbare shirt of multicolored black thrown over for a bit of extra warmth, her hair had been drawn into a messy over-the-shoulder braid that barely managed to contain it. Still half absorbed in the book she had been enjoying, Maea pulled the front door open and blinked slowly at the figure that loomed on her porch. The air all but crackled around Thalassa, in a way she had learned to expect before a tongue lashing of the Marauder's crew commenced – a disconcerting thing to have on her doorstep at the best of times.
"Thal? Oh – uh, sure. Come in." Easing aside so the woman could enter, Maea closed the door behind her and turned to follow the captain with her eyes, quietly apprehensive. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" The room felt smaller somehow, as if straining to contain all that pent up energy. Or perhaps it was simply strange to have Thalassa in her house. The cozy treehouse with its large windows and carved doorposts and beams jarred with Thal's sleek elegance, like a viper had somehow found its way inside. At a quick glance she didn't seem to be injured, at least – so Maea had no choice but to wait for answers, at a loss for what was upsetting her friend so.
"Thal? Oh – uh, sure. Come in." Easing aside so the woman could enter, Maea closed the door behind her and turned to follow the captain with her eyes, quietly apprehensive. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" The room felt smaller somehow, as if straining to contain all that pent up energy. Or perhaps it was simply strange to have Thalassa in her house. The cozy treehouse with its large windows and carved doorposts and beams jarred with Thal's sleek elegance, like a viper had somehow found its way inside. At a quick glance she didn't seem to be injured, at least – so Maea had no choice but to wait for answers, at a loss for what was upsetting her friend so.
Maea
// May the wind be at your back //
