To Fly You Must Fall

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies She'd spent the better part of the day immersed in work. With a stack of books piled high on the table before her, Maea was determined to catch up on all the lessons she'd missed in her long absence from the guild. Hidden behind her wall of words and well shielded by the deep frown of concentration on her face, she'd been spared any attempts to converse by the people that came and went. But as the afternoon dragged on and the place began to fill up, the volume grew too loud for her to focus. Setting her pen and ink aside, she blew on the latest page of careful notes and set it aside to dry. Looking about, the white-haired girl nodded to a few locals she recognized, and spotted a relatively new face make its way through the room, towards a table next to hers. Maea knew her name, and recognized the face, but that's about it - she'd seen Hotaru kiss Sunjata on the day of his wedding, and shrug her way through the nerve-wracking horrors of the Halo mine. A cold fish, she determined, and offered the woman a shy smile in greeting.