Maea
I am out with lanterns
The vision of a fierce dragon with a ribbon tied like a bow around its neck came to mind, and Maea's mouth softened with amusement, a huffed laugh easing the tension she'd unwittingly been clinging to. The discrepancy in that image - like a frost giant with a lacy parasol - stole away the seriousness with which she'd considered the problem.
"What color of ribbon would go best with black?" she mused, almost playful; she reached for a scattered flower tucked into a nook of the shrine and contemplated the soft blue color of its petals.
"No, but I hear you. I will work on paying better attention when I fly. It's a promise." Extending the flower atop an outstretched palm towards Lena, the remorse in her eyes was genuine. Maybe she didn't listen well and she probably was too literal in her interpretation of what people said - often even rigid in her conclusions - but the desire to understand and get along was absolutely there.
"What color of ribbon would go best with black?" she mused, almost playful; she reached for a scattered flower tucked into a nook of the shrine and contemplated the soft blue color of its petals.
"No, but I hear you. I will work on paying better attention when I fly. It's a promise." Extending the flower atop an outstretched palm towards Lena, the remorse in her eyes was genuine. Maybe she didn't listen well and she probably was too literal in her interpretation of what people said - often even rigid in her conclusions - but the desire to understand and get along was absolutely there.
Looking for myself
