Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
"Bonfire night. Or a version of it. Some food, drink, music and lights while telling stories, is all. My brother wanted me to help out." The barest flicker of a smile ghosted past her lips. Without thinking she had addressed Amun the way she used to, heedless of the person she was talking to. Of course, her actual brother, Noah Valair, har been dead for almost five years now. Along with the rest of her family.
When he mentioned trade, Maea shrugged and held out her hands, palm up to show exactly what she brought. "Work. I don't own anything of value these days, but if you can put me to use, I can offer my time and labor." It had always worked as a fallback in the past, and the girl hoped that not everything had changed about her home.
When he mentioned trade, Maea shrugged and held out her hands, palm up to show exactly what she brought. "Work. I don't own anything of value these days, but if you can put me to use, I can offer my time and labor." It had always worked as a fallback in the past, and the girl hoped that not everything had changed about her home.
