// May the road rise up to meet you //
She came bearing gifts. After hearing about Flora's infection and subsequent healing from Hadama, it hadn't taken her long to figure out what her rose had been used for. With mixed feelings Maea realized that it made her at least indirectly involved in the outcome of this daring venture, part of the reson - for good or bad - why Flora was throwing this party.
That kind of obliged her to attend, didn't it. Even if Liam hadn't invited her to go, even if she wasn't set on doing all the things she'd convinced herself that she couldn't, wouldn't, hadn't enjoyed before, likely she would have shadowed the doorstep of The Hanged Man anyway.
Approaching Flora with a large box in hand, wrapped up in a big colorful ribbon, the pale woman had put some more effort in her clothes than usual. Flowing wide trousers of a silky material ran like water down her legs and pooled around sandaled feet, while a cropped top of the same material left her midriff bare. Heedless of the heat, a long kimono draped over her shoulders and fluttered around the legs as she walked - like a moth gone astray into the twilight bar, drawn to the light of the revelers.
"Nice party," she offered in way of a greeting, a bit stilted and stiff given Danta's presence, but fully intending to try for casual. "Too bad about the reason for it... Do you prefer congratulations or condolences?" Maea offered out the present for the queen to take, echoing the last time they met here. "Here. A housewarming gift." House-boating-gift? Whatever. Presents.
Within the box, nestled into protective paper wrappings, a ship's lantern of glass caught the light. The many panels had been fashioned into the shape of a star, the glass stained in pale hues of yellow, white and blue so that it shone almost like the real thing. It had seemed like the perfect symbol for a person who followed her own path... Flora didn't strike her as the kind of woman who needed any guidance but her own.
Maea's outfit
Ship's lantern
That kind of obliged her to attend, didn't it. Even if Liam hadn't invited her to go, even if she wasn't set on doing all the things she'd convinced herself that she couldn't, wouldn't, hadn't enjoyed before, likely she would have shadowed the doorstep of The Hanged Man anyway.
Approaching Flora with a large box in hand, wrapped up in a big colorful ribbon, the pale woman had put some more effort in her clothes than usual. Flowing wide trousers of a silky material ran like water down her legs and pooled around sandaled feet, while a cropped top of the same material left her midriff bare. Heedless of the heat, a long kimono draped over her shoulders and fluttered around the legs as she walked - like a moth gone astray into the twilight bar, drawn to the light of the revelers.
"Nice party," she offered in way of a greeting, a bit stilted and stiff given Danta's presence, but fully intending to try for casual. "Too bad about the reason for it... Do you prefer congratulations or condolences?" Maea offered out the present for the queen to take, echoing the last time they met here. "Here. A housewarming gift." House-boating-gift? Whatever. Presents.
Within the box, nestled into protective paper wrappings, a ship's lantern of glass caught the light. The many panels had been fashioned into the shape of a star, the glass stained in pale hues of yellow, white and blue so that it shone almost like the real thing. It had seemed like the perfect symbol for a person who followed her own path... Flora didn't strike her as the kind of woman who needed any guidance but her own.
Maea's outfit
Ship's lantern
Maea
// May the wind be at your back //
