Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Perhaps she should have been annoyed by the way anything she said ran off of the girl, like water off a goose. But despite her seeming youth, Maea was older now than Jigano had been when he took her under his wing, and she would repay his patience poorly if she allowed innocence to irritate her. If anything, it was refreshing. Here was someone who still had hope, who still believed in kindness and whose curiosity had yet to be dashed by harsh reactions. Maybe the questions stung – but so what if they did? It couldn't be only bad to reminisce and remember what used to be.
"It seems so," she admitted, slightly abashed yet with a glimmer of pride that rekindled a bit of spark in her eyes. "My shift was a jaguar - a regular one, not quite as pretty as yours. And I had only a few magics... Water, telekinesis, and a teleport. Ludo also gifted me with part of its rags; it was a shawl that kept me warm and free of the effects of cold, even in places like Halo. I miss it every time it snows, these days." Her mouth quirked in dry humor; no doubt Ludo would take offense to her wearing its rags now, even if she knew where they were.
"It seems so," she admitted, slightly abashed yet with a glimmer of pride that rekindled a bit of spark in her eyes. "My shift was a jaguar - a regular one, not quite as pretty as yours. And I had only a few magics... Water, telekinesis, and a teleport. Ludo also gifted me with part of its rags; it was a shawl that kept me warm and free of the effects of cold, even in places like Halo. I miss it every time it snows, these days." Her mouth quirked in dry humor; no doubt Ludo would take offense to her wearing its rags now, even if she knew where they were.
It's just your shadow on the floor
