To Fly You Must Fall

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies "Oh, well... I hope to do both, in time. It's a bit early to think of either, to be honest. I've a lot to learn still, starting with the very basics." She gestured to the books with a rueful little smile; it was clear from the titles and the scribbled pages that Maea still was very much in the process of bettering her letters. Reading, writing; of course she could study things while doing this, but leaping into complex medical texts was a bit beyond her at the moment. Hotaru seemed only too keen to take on her offer, and Maea smiled brightly at her in return. Glad to see the offer so gleefully accepted. "Honest word? I need everything," she admitted, with a little grimace. "All I could salvage from the farm in terms of clothing was this dress and a change I've been using for training. My brothers old leftovers. The rest was too damaged by water to use anymore." Hence the threadbare condition of it. For all that it was neat and clean, the thing was old and worn, and far from practical. "I'd be happy to give you free hands in design... as long as it's not too colorful." She poked her tongue out, a little abashed by the affectionate term she'd been called by. Maea found it somewhat ironic, coming from such a beautiful woman to someone like herself.