Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Maea did not have it in her to react to the frowning man. She wanted to be done with this place and leave, and all the pleasantries grated on her. Was she supposed to say thank you, for a reward offered to a job now done? Was she to bow her head in gratitude over being given extras, as if blood money could repay the life lost?
The man ought to be sending rewards back to the family of the soldier, not heaping them upon their unworthy hands.
But she swallowed these sentiments, and stayed only as long as she needed. When her presence were no longer required, Maea simply pocketed her prize and nodded again, to her fellow combatants this time. Ronin was offered a pat on the shoulder in passing, and then she was gone; disappeared from the area with only a faint pop to echo in her wake.
The man ought to be sending rewards back to the family of the soldier, not heaping them upon their unworthy hands.
But she swallowed these sentiments, and stayed only as long as she needed. When her presence were no longer required, Maea simply pocketed her prize and nodded again, to her fellow combatants this time. Ronin was offered a pat on the shoulder in passing, and then she was gone; disappeared from the area with only a faint pop to echo in her wake.
