Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Bitting her bottom lip, Maea drew in a slow breath at the sound of his voice. It worked its way down her spine like lightning, a shiver she did her best to hide. For an instant, her hands grew quite still on the little gryhon's body, half buried in the dark fur... but as she turned, the girl's face was quite calm. Even had a little smile on it, as if it might somehow help to hide the shudder in her eyes as she looked at him.
"So I see. Hello, Sunjata."
While she tried, she couldn't quite look at him. Her eyes kept darting away, as if repelled by the tension that mounted in her shoulders. When had it grown this difficult to breathe while he was around? The man wasn't even standing close, yet Maea felt as if she might suffocae.
"So I see. Hello, Sunjata."
While she tried, she couldn't quite look at him. Her eyes kept darting away, as if repelled by the tension that mounted in her shoulders. When had it grown this difficult to breathe while he was around? The man wasn't even standing close, yet Maea felt as if she might suffocae.
