Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She remained standing, and turned to look out over the sea. The breeze pulled at the lightweight fabric of her shawl, and caused the tattered tendrils of the edges to billow and sway. As if moved by some erratic being. Anyone who had encountered Ludo might draw curious parallells by it... but the girl didn't seem to even notice. Only pulled the cloth down further, to better shield her from the light.
The comment made her snort, a quiet huff of sad amusement. "Oh, I've no doubt. Nothing about it was ever right. " A slight shrug. "I doubt there's ever a right one, anyway."
What a ridiculous thing. To stand here and talk about it with a complete stranger, not even knowing his name. It was all far too similar to the start of a different mess, and Maea was none too happy about it. But the tide was still high, and apparently her little display was very close to being a miracle... so she was fairly trapped. Couldn't walk away even if she wanted to.
The comment made her snort, a quiet huff of sad amusement. "Oh, I've no doubt. Nothing about it was ever right. " A slight shrug. "I doubt there's ever a right one, anyway."
What a ridiculous thing. To stand here and talk about it with a complete stranger, not even knowing his name. It was all far too similar to the start of a different mess, and Maea was none too happy about it. But the tide was still high, and apparently her little display was very close to being a miracle... so she was fairly trapped. Couldn't walk away even if she wanted to.
