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Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Somewhere further into the building, there was a quiet sound of a door opening and closing. Footsteps approached, light and nearly drowned out by the conversations. The area around the bar itself was particularly lively; Maea looked over and found her host laughing unusually birghtly with a girl she recognized, if barely. Libbs, she recalled. They seemed to be having a good time, and Sunjata looked more cheerful than he had for as long as she'd known him. Unwilling to disturb, she stopped one of the staff instead, interrupting their run to quietly ask for her usual meal instead, and went off to sit at the far end of the bar, a book soon open on the counter in front of her. The fingers that flipped through the pages were stained with ink; she looked a bit tired, as if she had spent a little too much time doing exactly the thing she was doing now.