// now I've been crazy, couldn't you tell? //
Caught off guard with her mouth full of brownie, Maea's eyes widened in shock at being addressed. It had been too dark to make out most of Damien's face the furst time they met, but his voice was distinct. Above all, he recognised her, which was fairly unusual from a strranger. Swallowing hastily, she wiped her mouth with the back of a sleeve. "Could say the same for you." His accent spoke to her of the Halo tundra, nostalgic to a former resident; but given where they had met last time, perhaps she shouldn't be surprised that he traveled. Her gaze fell to the bundle in his arms, adding the arch of a pale eyebrow to her startled expression. "You never mentioned having a kid," she murmured, intrigue warring against amusement at the sight of keen feline eyes peering back at her.
Joining the flow of bodies towards the gathered tools, Maea pickes a shovel, a pair of gloves that were at least two sizes too big for her hands, and set to digging. Watching the snow leopard cub wriggle about in the grass made the tedious work go by faster, though the ancient mamde a point of being thorough in her work. It was one thing to half ass what she built for herself, and something else to do it with someone else's projects. With the sting of thoughtless behaviour still fresh on her mind, if she was a bit slower than the rest, at least her holes would be dug clean and straight and perfectly aligned with the rest.
Maea digs her holes with meticulous precision.
Joining the flow of bodies towards the gathered tools, Maea pickes a shovel, a pair of gloves that were at least two sizes too big for her hands, and set to digging. Watching the snow leopard cub wriggle about in the grass made the tedious work go by faster, though the ancient mamde a point of being thorough in her work. It was one thing to half ass what she built for herself, and something else to do it with someone else's projects. With the sting of thoughtless behaviour still fresh on her mind, if she was a bit slower than the rest, at least her holes would be dug clean and straight and perfectly aligned with the rest.
Maea digs her holes with meticulous precision.
Maea
// I threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell //
