Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
"Thank you, that's a true compliment. My mind is finally starting to catch up with the body, and both are better off for it," she smiled. A year ago the assumption would likely have been off the mark, but lately her good days had begun to outnumber the bad. Today was one of them, leaving her brimming with a quiet energy that was far healthier than her usual anxious restlessness.
Following after Isla into the office, she took a seat and arranged her skirts around the knees. "Yes, please," she replied to the offer of tea. Looking around the space with bright interest, her gaze lingered on the documents for a moment before politely turning back to address her reason for coming.
"I've been granted a quest from Mort, to revive a companion I lost many years ago," she explained. "Part of the requirement is to hear about the experience from someone who has been through the process themselves. So. I wanted to ask, if you would be willing to help me? I realize it's a difficult subject to talk about, so if you'd rather not, I understand." Maea's expression reflected only quiet interest. Despite her excitement to be nearly done with her tasks and so close to regaining what had been missing for so long, the last thing she wanted was to pressure the other woman. Just like she hadn't insisted with Zavien, she would accept whatever answer Isla chose to give with whatever grace she possessed - and try again somewhere else. Grit and luck, as Remi had said, were the things she had going for her.
Following after Isla into the office, she took a seat and arranged her skirts around the knees. "Yes, please," she replied to the offer of tea. Looking around the space with bright interest, her gaze lingered on the documents for a moment before politely turning back to address her reason for coming.
"I've been granted a quest from Mort, to revive a companion I lost many years ago," she explained. "Part of the requirement is to hear about the experience from someone who has been through the process themselves. So. I wanted to ask, if you would be willing to help me? I realize it's a difficult subject to talk about, so if you'd rather not, I understand." Maea's expression reflected only quiet interest. Despite her excitement to be nearly done with her tasks and so close to regaining what had been missing for so long, the last thing she wanted was to pressure the other woman. Just like she hadn't insisted with Zavien, she would accept whatever answer Isla chose to give with whatever grace she possessed - and try again somewhere else. Grit and luck, as Remi had said, were the things she had going for her.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
