With no one wearing their real face It's a whiteout of emotion
Music swelled, endlessly leading them from one dance into the next. Maea thought she could have kept going through the night and into the wee hours of dawn, but eventually the point came where she'd laughed herself hoarse and her feet began to demand a break. Parting from Liam only to go on a quest for food and drink, it was meant to be only a moment - but soon enough she realized that she'd lost track of him in the crowd.
Standing haplessly by the refreshments with her hands full of plates and glasses, scanning the crowd for the familiar silhouette, she only vaguely registered something soft and dark whisking past her, and noticed not at all that a wooden hairpin disappeared from a pocket. She did register Colt passing by, however, and as she turned to see where the woman came from, a dark silhouette seated by the tables momentarily drove all thoughts of missing partners out of her head. She hadn't seen Thalassa in a while... and despite knowing it likely wouldn't lead anywhere, her feet still carried her over. Drawn in by a hope that seemed unquenchable, in spite of everything.
"Hey... Can I join you?" She offered out a glass, filled to the brim with some amber liquid that smelled of honey and spice, warm enough to steam softly in the cool night air.
Standing haplessly by the refreshments with her hands full of plates and glasses, scanning the crowd for the familiar silhouette, she only vaguely registered something soft and dark whisking past her, and noticed not at all that a wooden hairpin disappeared from a pocket. She did register Colt passing by, however, and as she turned to see where the woman came from, a dark silhouette seated by the tables momentarily drove all thoughts of missing partners out of her head. She hadn't seen Thalassa in a while... and despite knowing it likely wouldn't lead anywhere, her feet still carried her over. Drawn in by a hope that seemed unquenchable, in spite of everything.
"Hey... Can I join you?" She offered out a glass, filled to the brim with some amber liquid that smelled of honey and spice, warm enough to steam softly in the cool night air.
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Maea
