Maea
Stars, hide your fires
Gods, but wasn't that a question for the ages? Fighting a quick but intense battle within herself between lying, telling the whole truth or just walking away in shame rather than admit she'd gotten nowhere since they spoke on a windswept shore several years ago, she eventually just shrugged. Because honestly, who even knew what was good or how to feel it, be it – especially when one felt as perpetually out of place as she did.
"Fine, I guess. I didn't realise it was you," she grumbled while wiping at her face with a sleeve in a petulant gesture, entirely too self-conscious to be graceful. "Thought it was a real dragon." Something wild and inhuman around whom propriety and sentiment could be discarded. With Sunjata... pride got involved, she admitted to herself. Being caught as anything but cool, collected and in control was humiliating, all the more so considering she never managed to maintain it.
Maea hesitated, then figured it was pointless to pretend like she was too busy to be polite. "How've you been?"
"Fine, I guess. I didn't realise it was you," she grumbled while wiping at her face with a sleeve in a petulant gesture, entirely too self-conscious to be graceful. "Thought it was a real dragon." Something wild and inhuman around whom propriety and sentiment could be discarded. With Sunjata... pride got involved, she admitted to herself. Being caught as anything but cool, collected and in control was humiliating, all the more so considering she never managed to maintain it.
Maea hesitated, then figured it was pointless to pretend like she was too busy to be polite. "How've you been?"
Let not light see my black and deep desires
