Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She cared nothing for what he did. Let him rummage about best he wanted, as she tried to scrub away the slippery residue from her hands. But her thoughts were too disordered to really focus and Maea was getting nowhere with it, until the water suddenly began to help her with the chore. Looking up sharply, she found the fisherman standing there, easy smile on his face as if he was doing nothing out of the ordinary.
Her lips tightened into something that was meant to resemble a smile. "One would think so, yes. But apprently it's not."
Maea stood, small and pale and somewhat out of place against the colorful backdrop. A ghost gone astray into the light of day. The water on her hands froze, became snow and melted away as she brushed it off into the sea.
Her lips tightened into something that was meant to resemble a smile. "One would think so, yes. But apprently it's not."
Maea stood, small and pale and somewhat out of place against the colorful backdrop. A ghost gone astray into the light of day. The water on her hands froze, became snow and melted away as she brushed it off into the sea.
