Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Expecting the person to move on, like the moose had, Maea focused on her own intentions. Thus it startled her to be addressed; flinching subtly she hissed as her thumb caught on the sharp edge of the hook and sucked on the beading droplet of blood as she shuffled around on her heels to look up. Getting tired of my own words
"Hm? Oh. I'm making a fishing rod." gesturing with her free hand from the supple length of the sapling to the hook and line. "Just a simple one; makes it so I don't have to hold the line waiting for the fish to bite."
From up close, the girl seemed even more out of place, like she had set out on a stroll through a city and somehow got lost in the woods. Not an impossible turn of events given where they were - or perhaps Maea was simply unaccustomed to wearing jewelry, as all she really saw were traps to get caught on and precious things to lose in a moment of carelessness. Perhaps the youth weren't clumsy like her.
"Are you alright out here? Know where you are?" Asking lightly, it was mostly for her own peace of mind. Preferring to believe a traveler capable spared them both awkward corrections and injured pride. Lately Maea had been working on her tendency to offer things before any need was expressed; at best overeager, at worst a tendency towards people pleasing she'd rather not feed into.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
