// May the road rise up to meet you //
Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Maea returned Flora's smile with a warmth that would have been impossible only a season ago. "I wanted to," was her simple response, glad to see that it had been a good impulse to follow. "And I hope you get everything you want out of this party. I'm looking forward to some cocktails myself."
With her hands free of one burden and the Doubletake swanning off to greet her other guests, Maea turned to the other figures crowding around the queen. Feeling a bit more at ease, she inclined her head towards Dantalion with a soft "Hello," like a white flag or a peace offering.
Then her gaze moved to Astaroth, whose silence was so poignant it may as well be a scream. The thought of asking him for a word in private registered and was immediately discarded; instead she simply said what she needed to right then and there. She was beyond pride anyway, unable to sink much further in the eyes of these men.
"Asta?" Perhaps she should have used his full name; too late now though. "I'm sorry. For the way I've treated you, and the things I have said about you. I was wrong, and I won't do it again." Hovering in place, she didn't expect anything - not even to be acknowledged. She lingered anyway, just in case; waiting for a punch in the face, a cue to leave, or whatever scorn he desired to heap on her.
With her hands free of one burden and the Doubletake swanning off to greet her other guests, Maea turned to the other figures crowding around the queen. Feeling a bit more at ease, she inclined her head towards Dantalion with a soft "Hello," like a white flag or a peace offering.
Then her gaze moved to Astaroth, whose silence was so poignant it may as well be a scream. The thought of asking him for a word in private registered and was immediately discarded; instead she simply said what she needed to right then and there. She was beyond pride anyway, unable to sink much further in the eyes of these men.
"Asta?" Perhaps she should have used his full name; too late now though. "I'm sorry. For the way I've treated you, and the things I have said about you. I was wrong, and I won't do it again." Hovering in place, she didn't expect anything - not even to be acknowledged. She lingered anyway, just in case; waiting for a punch in the face, a cue to leave, or whatever scorn he desired to heap on her.
Maea
// May the wind be at your back //
