Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Her head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing, then widened again as she took him in. It was a curiously feline gesture, catlike and curious, but rather cautious too. Sensing a fluctuation in her mood, the will-o-wisp rose from its nest on her shoulder and floated soundlessly towards the young man, its small light bluish and pulsing, somehow managing to convey interest, for all that there were no arms or legs, hands or even eyes. Only a ball of fluttering light, no bigger than a fist.
"I see. I suppose... if you have them with you, I could have a look at least." A peddler, then? Or perhaps an artisan looking to hawk his wares. Sample interest, or spread goods to get more bidders. Either way, her thoughts went to Amun, to his pottery and the effort he put into his work. If this boy was half as diligent, it might be worth the time.
"Fair warning though, I'm not carrying much in the way of trade goods," she told him. "I might not be able to meet your price, even if I am interested." Not something she would usually admit, in case haggling would take place, but... Maea wasn't really in the mood for longwinded purchases anyway.
"I see. I suppose... if you have them with you, I could have a look at least." A peddler, then? Or perhaps an artisan looking to hawk his wares. Sample interest, or spread goods to get more bidders. Either way, her thoughts went to Amun, to his pottery and the effort he put into his work. If this boy was half as diligent, it might be worth the time.
"Fair warning though, I'm not carrying much in the way of trade goods," she told him. "I might not be able to meet your price, even if I am interested." Not something she would usually admit, in case haggling would take place, but... Maea wasn't really in the mood for longwinded purchases anyway.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
