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Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

"It's a promise," Maea agreed, brightening with a genuine delight at the prospect of seeing Sohalia more often. Stormbreak was a common stop on the journey elsewhere, sometimes with layovers that forced a visit to the floating city whether she enjoyed the place or not. Perhaps with a proper guide she would even overcome her mild aversion towards the stern facades and grand scale of the buildings, and learn to appreciate the comfort and convenience of a big city.

Sinking into a comfortable silence, Maea finished off the second side seam and began to work on pinning the sleeves in place. She had attached a whole half of the first one with long basting stitches when she realized that she had turned the fabric the wrong way, and sighed as she had to undo them all again. It swallowed up her focus to get it right on the second try, but once the sleeves were at least marginally attached she held up the garment for Sohalia to see.

"What do you think? Does it give Ludo?" It didn't, not really. The black silk was too pristine still, though the robe certainly held promise with its flowing sleeves and the subtle changing hues of the fabric. "It will look better with the mask - I'm thinking of finding a cranium of some kind, and maybe decorate it. Lean into the herald of death... unless it's too macabre?"

Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay