Maea
The worst of all blessings
"Sounds like a plan."
Between the two of them, washing up was done in a jiffy. Leaving pots and trays to soak, Maea made a quick beeline up the stairs to change her own clothes. While not intending to hurry, she nevertheless fumbled with buttons and boot laces in her eagerness to be done. This itch in her hands, the soft tremor of her limbs, they betrayed an anticipation she would prefer not to let show too obviously for a while longer. They were just going to the market. Only leaving on a hunt. Both of these activities they'd done before - but that was before she knew what hid in Liam's eyes when he smiled at her. How long had he...? And when had she started to ...?
Clumsy fingers forgot how to work the strands of a braid. Huffing impatiently she tied it back in a loose tail instead, snatched a bag from its hook and was out the door before she wasted any more time. Supple leather trousers hugged the curve of her hips as she made it down the stairs, worn enough not to creak anymore. The black linen shirt and supple leather jerkin made a stark contrast to the soft skirt she'd worn earlier; in this outfit she appeared older, slimmer - almost a little dangerous, in a manner that would have made Thalassa proud.
The impression lost some of the impact with the brightness of her expression, however, and the way she all but bounced up to Liam, "Ready! Let's go."
Between the two of them, washing up was done in a jiffy. Leaving pots and trays to soak, Maea made a quick beeline up the stairs to change her own clothes. While not intending to hurry, she nevertheless fumbled with buttons and boot laces in her eagerness to be done. This itch in her hands, the soft tremor of her limbs, they betrayed an anticipation she would prefer not to let show too obviously for a while longer. They were just going to the market. Only leaving on a hunt. Both of these activities they'd done before - but that was before she knew what hid in Liam's eyes when he smiled at her. How long had he...? And when had she started to ...?
Clumsy fingers forgot how to work the strands of a braid. Huffing impatiently she tied it back in a loose tail instead, snatched a bag from its hook and was out the door before she wasted any more time. Supple leather trousers hugged the curve of her hips as she made it down the stairs, worn enough not to creak anymore. The black linen shirt and supple leather jerkin made a stark contrast to the soft skirt she'd worn earlier; in this outfit she appeared older, slimmer - almost a little dangerous, in a manner that would have made Thalassa proud.
The impression lost some of the impact with the brightness of her expression, however, and the way she all but bounced up to Liam, "Ready! Let's go."
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
