Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea ignored the crowd milling about, absorbed in her scrutiny of the merchandise. At least until someone sidled up beside her. Shifting a few steps to the side to make room for others, she put a hand on her satchel. Just to make sure it was where it should be. And that might have been that, had it not been for a sudden jerk of the person, and a curse that her sensitive ears absolutely picked up.
Looking up, she took in the woman, the bracelet in her hand and what looked to be a very furtive struggle. The shopkeeper noticed too, and swelled ominously as glittering black eyes narrowed on the additional riff-raff that had flocked to their stall.
"It's polite to ask before touching things that aren't yours," Maea remarked coolly, and very pointedly put her own hands behind her back.
"Damn right,," the vendor grunted. "Ya gun' pay fer tha'?"
Looking up, she took in the woman, the bracelet in her hand and what looked to be a very furtive struggle. The shopkeeper noticed too, and swelled ominously as glittering black eyes narrowed on the additional riff-raff that had flocked to their stall.
"It's polite to ask before touching things that aren't yours," Maea remarked coolly, and very pointedly put her own hands behind her back.
"Damn right,," the vendor grunted. "Ya gun' pay fer tha'?"
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
