Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
There was a curve to her shoulders that spoke of unease as Maea regarded the Spire, hands tucked deep into the pocket of her ratty coat. How she had wound up volunteering for this she couldn't quite say. A mixture of listening too much to Amun's endless suggestions and being at the wrong place at the wrong time, perhaps. Maybe it was more along the lines of wanting to face some inner demons. Either way, she had never expected to set foot in that looming black tower again.
It was like coming full circle, only to realize that no progress had been made this entire time.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she mumbled in response to Isla's question. A quick look was passed to the others in the group; some she knew while others were complete strangers, but even familiar faces had a cast of novelty to them in her eyes. It had been a long time since Maea spent time around anyone, especially here in the Grounds.
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Maea brings everything on her profile and herself.
It was like coming full circle, only to realize that no progress had been made this entire time.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she mumbled in response to Isla's question. A quick look was passed to the others in the group; some she knew while others were complete strangers, but even familiar faces had a cast of novelty to them in her eyes. It had been a long time since Maea spent time around anyone, especially here in the Grounds.
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Maea brings everything on her profile and herself.
Maea
