Maea
All things weighed equally on her mind right now, in that matters had no weight at all and drifted like dandelion duff upon her lial-blood breeze. Maybe the little woman would have dropped some remark on the tail end of the conversation if she'd been more herself - but in the very present moment Maea was getting lost in the vibrancy of the colors before her. Black and red and gold swam in her vision, so that Liam's suggestion reached her belatedly and only in part.
"Hmmm? My robe? Suuuure, it has pockets! Lemme fetch it." She dropped the bag from her shoulder and began to rummage through the contents, scattering items around her with no ducks fiver for anything but the immediate task. Unfurling the silken garment with a triumphant "Aha!" she paused, looking from the soldier to the robe and back. "I'm sorry, but I don't think it will fit you," she told him so gently, so softly - like she feared he would be wrecked by the disappointment.
"Hmmm? My robe? Suuuure, it has pockets! Lemme fetch it." She dropped the bag from her shoulder and began to rummage through the contents, scattering items around her with no ducks fiver for anything but the immediate task. Unfurling the silken garment with a triumphant "Aha!" she paused, looking from the soldier to the robe and back. "I'm sorry, but I don't think it will fit you," she told him so gently, so softly - like she feared he would be wrecked by the disappointment.
And I am the monster that startles me
in the mirror
in the mirror
Table base by Skylark
