Home sweet home

MaeA Laughing softly, Maea traced a finger along the wings of the black dragon, her hands pale against the jet of Coffee's scales. She couldn't stay uptight with Adam.. His manners were disarming, even when he apologized, and it wasn't hard to forgive the initial plumpness. Wasn't it just her being too uptight about the matter, anyway? "Who's to say what makes anyone worthy?" she said with a light shrug, shoulders barely moving under the weight of the dragon. "Perhaps you did deserve it. I try not to guess too much about why the gods do what they do and why... it doesn't get you anywhere. I suppose, if they want to give me something they will do so. Until then... well." She would continue to pray, and honor them, and atone for the mistakes of her ancestors by living her life to her best abilities. 'Use your magic modestly and under the eyes of the Old Gods', Ludo had advised her, and Maea intended to do just that. "So, tell me. What have you been up to in the past year? Settled down any, with this boyfriend of yours, or do you still like to crash into people's dinners?" Her tone was teasing, reminding Adam of the way they had first met. It had been a very dramatic entrance, that still made her laugh whenever she remembered it. you're so cold, but you feel alive.