To Fly You Must Fall

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Maea did consider that. Thought of Rexanna and her parasol, the elegant and casual way the queen carried it around. "Not sure, I like to use my hands freely," she admitted. "Might not have the poise for it either... Most likely I'd stab someone's eye out with a quick turn. Hats are a good option, I think that might work better. And I've always liked shawls." She indicated the one she wore now, ragged and black, of a material that wasn't quite like anything else. Lightweight but strong, nearly flowing in the wind... rather spooky looking too. Pulling it up, she draped the cloth over her head and looked at Hotaru with a slightly mischievous smile from under the folds; they fell softly around her face, and if anything she looked ghostlike. A small spirit gone astray to the vivid world of man. "Hm... I probably prefer plain pieces, without too much flair. But layers are good!"" No one should ever say that she couldn't compromise! She was an adept trader, after all. Hotaru would get what she was owed when the affair was done, but not without a little struggle.