You're so cold
but you feel alive
The explanation was a touch hard to follow, but what Maea really cared about was the happy grin that appeared when talking about this Melita. Even if it was not kin by blood, he still had a connection there, something that meant something. She was glad of it, happy to finally have him show any emotion other than brooding or flirting... especially when the latter probably was more camouflage for what went on in his head than sincere tonight.
"I see. Well, if she's staying here too then I hope I will get to speak to her. Would be nice to talk with someone who's not stumbling over their own tongue every other word," she teased.
Letting Sunjata lean on her as much as he needed, the girl took hold of the back of his shirt to keep him steady and followed his lead, curious about where he was taking her. There were many places to hide in within the Sanctuary, with the ruins sprawling across the better part of what had once been a thriving city. Even now, after three hundred years, only a portion of it had been rebuilt, and only rudimentarily. Still, in this part of the town she expected only a house of some kind, perhaps a room in a collective for those who had neither family nor other kin to live with.
"Where are we going?" she asked. The air outside felt cool compared to the stuffy bar, and she pulled deep on the scents of faded greens, people and long since extinguished cooking fires.
"I see. Well, if she's staying here too then I hope I will get to speak to her. Would be nice to talk with someone who's not stumbling over their own tongue every other word," she teased.
Letting Sunjata lean on her as much as he needed, the girl took hold of the back of his shirt to keep him steady and followed his lead, curious about where he was taking her. There were many places to hide in within the Sanctuary, with the ruins sprawling across the better part of what had once been a thriving city. Even now, after three hundred years, only a portion of it had been rebuilt, and only rudimentarily. Still, in this part of the town she expected only a house of some kind, perhaps a room in a collective for those who had neither family nor other kin to live with.
"Where are we going?" she asked. The air outside felt cool compared to the stuffy bar, and she pulled deep on the scents of faded greens, people and long since extinguished cooking fires.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
