A brow lifts curiously at the mentions of a sickly past. "Are you mentoring beneath the College, then? Or seeking out other remedies beyond the Grounds?" If she had gifted her family land to them, it would only be fair for continual care to be a stipulation of the change in ownership. Not to mention education if she so desired it.
It's not something she doesn't understand, she had traveled all of Helovia in her time - sometimes unwilling she recalls with no small degree of amusement, recalling when she had been stolen away into the desert. After losing her home, an entire world that she had been born and raised in, adventure isn't quite the same. At least Maea had honorable reasons for exploration. Though admittedly Hotaru isn't surprised that they differ in this way. Maea seems far more morally straight than herself.
Sunjata's name makes her insides cold with distaste, but she doesn't let it show. Instead she lets herself be drawn in by the idea of a plentiful commission, and she takes another sip of her drink before setting it down with a bright grin. "Interested? Oh darling I'd be delighted. Do you only want seasonal clothes or something for training and defense too? I can do padded clothes, armor, whatever you'd be interested in. I'm sure I can ask Deimos what he wants for you as well." And if Maea notices that she wouldn't ask Sunjata, well. Frankly she doesn't care about the man's so-called battle prowess, not when Deimos is clearly the superior in that field.
It's not something she doesn't understand, she had traveled all of Helovia in her time - sometimes unwilling she recalls with no small degree of amusement, recalling when she had been stolen away into the desert. After losing her home, an entire world that she had been born and raised in, adventure isn't quite the same. At least Maea had honorable reasons for exploration. Though admittedly Hotaru isn't surprised that they differ in this way. Maea seems far more morally straight than herself.
Sunjata's name makes her insides cold with distaste, but she doesn't let it show. Instead she lets herself be drawn in by the idea of a plentiful commission, and she takes another sip of her drink before setting it down with a bright grin. "Interested? Oh darling I'd be delighted. Do you only want seasonal clothes or something for training and defense too? I can do padded clothes, armor, whatever you'd be interested in. I'm sure I can ask Deimos what he wants for you as well." And if Maea notices that she wouldn't ask Sunjata, well. Frankly she doesn't care about the man's so-called battle prowess, not when Deimos is clearly the superior in that field.
be gentle my little thunderstorm
the world is just not ready
the world is just not ready
