To Fly You Must Fall

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies First impression of a second meeting? Easy smiles, open trust, and laughter without effort. All things that put Maea at ease, that made her smile back. Hers was a guarded one, not quite so trusting, all too ready to withdraw should the invite turn to mockery or scorn. All the same, when the books were neatly stacked again and the papers placed safely out of harms way, she held a hand for the sketches to have a closer look. "May I?" She had no real concept of what a 'swimsuit' should be like, though the word implied movement in water and was easy enough to understand in context. Maea looked at the sketches, the different designs, and found that though they were appealing on the bodies, they were still... quite scandalous. "Honest word? They're pretty, but look too much like underwear. You'd never get parents to let their daughters wear anything of the sort. Not the boys either, for that matter." Her smile was a little rueful, not meaning to cause offense... but she was not one to lie when asked for her opinion either. "Of course. Just a moment..." Waving over one of the serving staff, Maea placed an order for drinks and watched the waiter disappear off again through the crowd. Then her attention returned to Hotaru, pale eyes studying the woman with quiet interest.