To Fly You Must Fall

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Curious to see an artist at work, Maea watched the additions and changes to the design with keen interest. Hotaru held the pen with ease, the strokes flowing with a casual grace that suggested more practice than was worth talking about. Considering the implications of what kind of clothes the woman usually might design if this was the modest version made a touch of color rise on her face; Maea coughed a little and made sure to focus on the paper and pen so it wouldn't be so obvious. The added changes had the girl nod in approval, a little smile growing as she pointed to the fabric suggested about the shoulders. "Yes, much better. I especially like this part. If you want more mature women to wear it too, I'd suggest making a version with slightly longer skirt... I can't imagine the old mothers would be very keen to flaunt their legs." The inquiry about who she was took her slightly aback. It was such a wide, broad question that Maea had no idea where to begin. Fortunately the employee returned quickly with the drinks, and she had a moment to think as mugs of frothing cider was placed before them. "Hope you don't mind apples," she said, a little distracted as she motioned for her guest to partake and enjoy. "I don't... know that there's much to say. I'm a Loreseeker in the Guild. I grew up on a farm in the Fields. But... well, I couldn't run it by myself, so right now I'm staying here. For a time." Picking up the mug she took a sip, welcoming both the excuse not to speak and the full, familiar taste of her brother's brew. It was nostalgic, as mostly everything these days.