[Training] Idle hands are the devil's friend

You're so cold

but you feel alive

Perhaps it was his sitting down that made her eyes glide over him once before actually recognizing him. It made her a bit worried. After what they had shared she should find him immediately, even in a crowd. But even on this empty yard Sunjata looked a stranger, with his tattoo's hidden away and the smile gone. Maea approached him on quiet feet, the old boots so worn that they were almost useless. All her clothes showed signs of wear. The shirt had clearly belonged to someone bigger than her, cut to fit a man rather than a slender girl. Tucked into scuffed leather breeches that rose high on her waist, it had wide flowing arms that she'd tied close against the arms with some string and had been tied as tightly at the throat as she could manage... but still slipped around more than it should. The simple leather jerkin she carried under her arm was in the same state. Clearly heirlooms of her brother, they were the only spare set of clothes she owned now. Better by far than the threadbare dress - or the shift she'd been in last time they spoke.

"Hello, fishboy," she said in way of greeting. She tried a smile, to cover the worry over those dark rings under his eyes. He seemed to be lost in thought as he picked over his bow, or perhaps in a bad mood. As her eyes fell to his hands, Maea noticed the ring on his finger. A ring he'd pulled off , and let fall into the sand not so very long ago.

The bottom of her stomach fell through, and something slightly nauseous rose up. Made her face stiffen as she stared at it, unable to look away.

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA