To Fly You Must Fall

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies A poison crafter? That made the girls eyes widen, surprise mingling with slight.. was it awe, or terror? She was decidedly impressed, at any rate, and glad that the conversation was moving on to other things. The point Hotaru made was well taken, and Maea blushed, squirming slightly under the intimate stare at her body. In her own opinion there wasn't much to look at - small, skinny, pasty white and boring - but if the designs on the sketchpad was anything to go by, this woman would make the best of what there was to work with. "Ah, well... see, I don't really do well in the sun," she tried to explain, trying very hard not to become flustered under another one of those little flirtations (too late, of course). "I don't tan, so I get badly burned sometimes... It's better for everyone if I cover up." No flaking skin or terrible blisters to gawp at, or endure. Already her face was red and peeling, and the season was not even halfway through yet. "I do like those colors though. And white, though I know it's not practical." The dress she currently wore had clearly been among her finer garments once upon a time, with carefully crafted lines and little embroidered details here and there. Sadly worn out, even though it should have been saved for special days. Of course, compared to what Hotaru might be used to, it was rather plain. Almost drab - traditional Hollowed Ground fashion.