Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
The way she looked at the outstretched hand suggested wariness, suspicion, a world of caution. But it would be rude not to... so she reached out and took his hand, his fingers surprisingly warm against her own cool skin. "Maea," she returned, saying her name. Then she withdrew rather hastily, before that simple touch could turn into anything more dangerous.
Blushing under the implication of his answers, she shook her head and looked out to the sea, hands sifting through the sand.
"I don't understand. How could you know that when you've only just met a person? You can't possibly know all about them in a single glance."
Blushing under the implication of his answers, she shook her head and looked out to the sea, hands sifting through the sand.
"I don't understand. How could you know that when you've only just met a person? You can't possibly know all about them in a single glance."
