Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
And so it goes again. Some things never changed, no matter how much she wished them to. People, for example. It took one second too long for the man's gaze to drop to her level, and she was already back in the old days. Back when teasing remarks and 'fun' pet names were leveled at her from folk she hardly knew. It was part of the reason why she had pushed this task off until the very last minute.
Maea shrank back from the heat that emanated from the forge, and from the man who towered over her. She didn't smile at the greeting.
"Hello, Winters. I haven't been around for a bit. I came with things that need repairing - it's for an event." She gestured to the cart, that he already had taken to inspect. Within lay a jumble of lanterns, collected from farms and barns all over the Fields. Some were rusted, others slightly dented and broken while others had lost their handles.
"Do you have time to mend them? There is no great hurry. It's quite a lot, though." Her tone was polite, if a tad clipped. Very much to the point, and she didn't acknowledge the twist on her name with so much as a blink. It might as well have been a kick in the shins, coming from her.
Maea shrank back from the heat that emanated from the forge, and from the man who towered over her. She didn't smile at the greeting.
"Hello, Winters. I haven't been around for a bit. I came with things that need repairing - it's for an event." She gestured to the cart, that he already had taken to inspect. Within lay a jumble of lanterns, collected from farms and barns all over the Fields. Some were rusted, others slightly dented and broken while others had lost their handles.
"Do you have time to mend them? There is no great hurry. It's quite a lot, though." Her tone was polite, if a tad clipped. Very much to the point, and she didn't acknowledge the twist on her name with so much as a blink. It might as well have been a kick in the shins, coming from her.
