To Fly You Must Fall

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Maea only laughed and nodded, imagining the terrible havoc she might wreak on innocent bystanders with a slight wince. But if Rexanna could manage it, then... perhaps Maea might as well? Even if she was nowhere near the queen in beauty of poise... It couldn't hurt to try. "Maybe one, then," she conceded, with a little smirk tugging at her mouth. "For stabbing purposes, if nothing else." She was happy to agree with pretty much anything Hotaru suggested as long as it didn't end up too garish or revealing. Allowing the folds of the shawl fall back from her hair, the girl reached for her cup again, hoping to drown both her blush and the confusion in cider. Sketch her? She couldn't imagine there was much to draw at all. A simple white sheet of paper was a fair enough representation of her, after all. "I don't know... if you want to? Though I've never... I mean, no one's ever asked me to... do anything like that before."  Maea wasn't sure what to make of it.