MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Sweeter? Maea's mouth quirked at that, a half smile both embarrassed and doubtful. She didn't feel very sweet, and did not doubt there were others far more deserving than herself... But she didn't argue. Couldn't find any good counters to offer. She shrugged.
Weaver's reaction to the revelation of her love-interest was not entirely unexpected. Still, the comment made Maea's eyes narrow on her for a moment, that blushing sweetness fading in favor of something greedy and possessive, like hackles raised and teeth bared in a snarl that screamed mine!... until the disinterest finally hit home, and the girl relaxed. More than a little embarrassed to let her jealousy show through so plainly.
"Oh, it's very easy to love him," she objected, a whole heart in her quiet voice. But her smile was still sad, a little bitter. "It's the 'living with' part that get complicated. We both have baggage... he far more so than me." And one of the burdens had a name, that kept repeating itself at the back of both their minds.
It was far easier to think about the bar, and Weaver's upcoming new occupation as bartender. "Kraai... that's Korofi," she commented, straightening up a little move as she recognized the sound of the word, the intonation. The foreignness of it. "What does it mean?" Sunjata hadn't told her that part.
"Of course. I've offered to help build it too, as I'm here already... he said he wanted it to be guild business though. So I suppose it depends on whether you have enough hands." Another clue; Maea did indeed know about the guild. About the darker side, the other purpose to this tavern. A hideout for thieves and rogues, a shelter for shadows to dwell when the light became too strong. But even though she knew... she wasn't part of it herself.
"What... made you want to become a barkeep?" she asked, glancing up at the other woman. Curious, not knowing the reasons for the interest. In bars, or in shadows.
Weaver's reaction to the revelation of her love-interest was not entirely unexpected. Still, the comment made Maea's eyes narrow on her for a moment, that blushing sweetness fading in favor of something greedy and possessive, like hackles raised and teeth bared in a snarl that screamed mine!... until the disinterest finally hit home, and the girl relaxed. More than a little embarrassed to let her jealousy show through so plainly.
"Oh, it's very easy to love him," she objected, a whole heart in her quiet voice. But her smile was still sad, a little bitter. "It's the 'living with' part that get complicated. We both have baggage... he far more so than me." And one of the burdens had a name, that kept repeating itself at the back of both their minds.
It was far easier to think about the bar, and Weaver's upcoming new occupation as bartender. "Kraai... that's Korofi," she commented, straightening up a little move as she recognized the sound of the word, the intonation. The foreignness of it. "What does it mean?" Sunjata hadn't told her that part.
"Of course. I've offered to help build it too, as I'm here already... he said he wanted it to be guild business though. So I suppose it depends on whether you have enough hands." Another clue; Maea did indeed know about the guild. About the darker side, the other purpose to this tavern. A hideout for thieves and rogues, a shelter for shadows to dwell when the light became too strong. But even though she knew... she wasn't part of it herself.
"What... made you want to become a barkeep?" she asked, glancing up at the other woman. Curious, not knowing the reasons for the interest. In bars, or in shadows.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
