Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She scowled as he insisted, repeating the words despite their inability to truly sink in. Refusing to argue though, she shrugged and let him believe what he wished. Pulled off her shoes, to give herself something to do rather than look at him.
"Well. Just goes to show how bad my luck is," she mumbled. One offer in over twenty years, and it turns out to be from a player. No, make that two; she did not for one second believe that Saiden was at all interested in respecting rules.
Curling her toes into the sand, Maea sighed. Wished the tide would turn, so she could escape this conversation. It did very little to brighten her mood.
"Well. Just goes to show how bad my luck is," she mumbled. One offer in over twenty years, and it turns out to be from a player. No, make that two; she did not for one second believe that Saiden was at all interested in respecting rules.
Curling her toes into the sand, Maea sighed. Wished the tide would turn, so she could escape this conversation. It did very little to brighten her mood.
