Maea
It's not a demon at your door
The comings and goings of other people were as nothing to the pale little woman. As though they, or she, were no more than specters, barely even there and hardly worthy of notice.
There was no ignoring Nova for long, however. Not when she bounded up to Maea's table and cast her presence across it like a ray of sunlight breaking through a storm cloud, sudden and startling in her unabashed brightness. Like a sleepwalker Maea looked up as her name on someone's lips registered through the imagery of spider mating habits, blinking slowly at the girl.
"Hm?" What an odd question. She looked down at the books, the journal filled with animal behaviour, her ink-stained fingers, and wondered if she looked as crazed as she felt. "Reading. What are you doing?" Maea didn't bother trying to hush the girl, knowing it was futile. And perhaps she didn't want to dim that light, either. Her presence was like waking from a nightmare to find that the sun was out and everything that seemed awful and hopeless had really only been a dream. Well past the point of desperation, Maea began to shift books to clear a seat for her. Maybe it was a little pathetic, but she hoped Nova would stay for a bit. She had a sudden craving for nonsense, and fun, and anything but her own problems.
There was no ignoring Nova for long, however. Not when she bounded up to Maea's table and cast her presence across it like a ray of sunlight breaking through a storm cloud, sudden and startling in her unabashed brightness. Like a sleepwalker Maea looked up as her name on someone's lips registered through the imagery of spider mating habits, blinking slowly at the girl.
"Hm?" What an odd question. She looked down at the books, the journal filled with animal behaviour, her ink-stained fingers, and wondered if she looked as crazed as she felt. "Reading. What are you doing?" Maea didn't bother trying to hush the girl, knowing it was futile. And perhaps she didn't want to dim that light, either. Her presence was like waking from a nightmare to find that the sun was out and everything that seemed awful and hopeless had really only been a dream. Well past the point of desperation, Maea began to shift books to clear a seat for her. Maybe it was a little pathetic, but she hoped Nova would stay for a bit. She had a sudden craving for nonsense, and fun, and anything but her own problems.
It's just your shadow on the floor
