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Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Pale, bright, innocent eyes widened ever so slightly as they met Sunjata's. "Whatever do you mean?" Maea asked him, truthfully not quite sure what he meant. But if she really had to prove him wrong... then yes. Absolutely. Because the look on his face was quite nice at the moment, and if she had done anything to cause it... Well. It was a moot point anyway, wasn't it? Because there was still a line drawn in the sand between them, and a ring on his finger. And her face fell a little as she repeated these things to herself, smile fading even as she held his gaze. A touch of regret... She was pulled from her slightly too deep contemplation of his eyes by the sudden disappearance of Libbs from her side. Maea was deeply impressed by the agility the woman displayed as she skidded over the top of the bar. Gaping, she stared after her, then turned to blink at the boy who had come to join them. She didn't know his name, only knew she'd seen Phoebe cling to him as she cried. At the wedding. With Sunjata. Raising her glass in quiet greeting with an equally quiet smile, Maea let the sip stay at that and put her (stolen) glass aside. Things were getting rather crowded for her taste; she leaned back, glancing over her shoulder back at the table she had been seated at. Thinking wistfully of her book and the silence she'd left back there.