[DROP] hold on to your hats

You're so cold

but you feel alive

Merely passing by on her way to somewhere else, the shock of color against a monochrome landscape drew her in like the crow she was. Once upon a time Maea would have shied away from gatherings like these, avoided the potential clashes against persons and personalities with whom she did not get along, but lately she couldn't quite make herself care about the discomfort in the way she used to. Even when some familiar faces came into focus among a suspiciously random stack of sleds, her true focus snagged on a plain, somewhat weatherbeaten sled with chipping white paint that practically called for her to get on it.

Darting towards it and snagging it before anyone else could, Maea leaped aboard and flashed a toothy grin at Nova. "Right? Let's go fast!" Turning her gaze forward she tightened her grip and braced herself, anticipation building. Whatever happened next, she was determined to have fun with it.

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Maea picks a white shabby chique sled 0

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA