EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
WHAT.Evie could hardly believe what it was she was reading.
Maea. Maea. The one who used to have troubles brushing her own hair because her arms would get tired? The Maea who needed an ointment for every inch of her skin because even the sun seemed to be against her?
That Maea?
There was no way Evie was going to miss this.
And so, setting off bright and early ("On time is late" as her mother used to say), Evie arrived full of skepticism, a healthy dose of superiority, and her trademark smile.
Actually the building that Maea had chosen made some sense. It was central, large, and had probably once been used as some sort of government building anyways. Point 1, Maea, Evie thought with a smirk as she let herself in.
"Maea? Are you her—" The words died on her lips as she stared at the pale-everything'd woman. "Are you wearing rags?!"
that love's the finest thing around
