MAEA
It was a different setting for sure, not at all what he had come to represent in her mind. Thus far the man was firmly associated with the vast expanse of the Tundra, an errant existence that came and went freely under dark cloaks with nothing to tie him down. But here, that vision began to fray at the edges. There was something very homelike about this place... the half-finished projects, the sharp tang of water and clay in the air, burned pots lined on the shelves, ready to selll... It spoke more of a quiet and rather peaceful life, not at all like the rogue adventurer.
"She finally did," Maea said with a smile and came strolling up to him, careful to keep hands and elbows to herself as she went. Not wanting to risk knocking anything over. "I don't understand how I missed this place for so long, though, when it's been right under my nose this whole time."
Coming to stand beside him, her attention was fixed on the clay spinning between his hands, the rotating wheel and the half-formed pot taking shape under his ministrations. It looked almost like magic, how the clay rose and formed from the barest touch.
"What are you making?" she asked, trying to guess at the purpose for this particular piece but coming up rather blank.
"She finally did," Maea said with a smile and came strolling up to him, careful to keep hands and elbows to herself as she went. Not wanting to risk knocking anything over. "I don't understand how I missed this place for so long, though, when it's been right under my nose this whole time."
Coming to stand beside him, her attention was fixed on the clay spinning between his hands, the rotating wheel and the half-formed pot taking shape under his ministrations. It looked almost like magic, how the clay rose and formed from the barest touch.
"What are you making?" she asked, trying to guess at the purpose for this particular piece but coming up rather blank.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
