Ill-Made Martyr [Open]

MaeA The offer of the pendant surprised her. She was not accustomed to receiving gifts, not used to people who would give something away for free. Things were too precious in the Hollow, too hard to make or come by for someone to just give it away. She opened her mouth to say that, to let him know just how precious a gift he was in possession of... but something about his downcast eyes and tentative offer caused her to change her mind. "I... thank you, Peter. That is so... kind of you!" Ger fingers brushed against his as she accepted the pendant from his outstretched hand, and for a while Maea simply held it, staring down at the green stone and the silver threads. Never before had she owned something so beautiful. It seemed wasted on someone like her, dressed in worn linen and roughspun wool with white hair merely tied back instead of made up into something more elaborate. Putting it on might only serve to highlight the state of her... Maea sighed softly and tucked it away into a pocket instead. Maybe she'd wear it for the festival. Perhaps this year she could make a bit of an effort. Nodding absently to Peter's reassurance that he would be careful, Maea grew quiet after that. For some time she merely sat and watched people go about their business, but as the sun eventually disappeared behind a dark cloud all the wsrmth seemed to vanish from the wind, and she shuddered. "Looks liked rain is coming in" she mumbled. "Might be time to head home soon..." Pale eyes flicked towards the man, a question unvoiced as she made to rise. If he was ready? If he still wanted to come along? The offer still stood. you're so cold, but you feel alive.