Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
The shell was rejected, and Maea let it settle back into the sand. "Well... what do you want then?" she asked. It was perhaps a touch personal a question, given that they hardly knew each other, but then... this conversation was deep enough as it was. What harm could it do to ask?
"Ah, well. Some people are like that. They draw others in, for good or bad. I've never actually met Ronin, only seen his face a few times... I can't say I have any opinions at all so far. Maybe Safrin knows something we don't."
Dropping the other piece as well, Maea wiped her hands on the skirt, considering. "Well... because I asked for it? And it's not like it was given for free. I gave up something else instead, so it's not like I'm complete in any way now. Just... a matter of switching the utility of certain things."
She tapped her own lower lower abdomen in way of explanation, indicating what specific function she might have traded away. Maea looked quite serene, in no way discontent with this trade.
"Ah, well. Some people are like that. They draw others in, for good or bad. I've never actually met Ronin, only seen his face a few times... I can't say I have any opinions at all so far. Maybe Safrin knows something we don't."
Dropping the other piece as well, Maea wiped her hands on the skirt, considering. "Well... because I asked for it? And it's not like it was given for free. I gave up something else instead, so it's not like I'm complete in any way now. Just... a matter of switching the utility of certain things."
She tapped her own lower lower abdomen in way of explanation, indicating what specific function she might have traded away. Maea looked quite serene, in no way discontent with this trade.
