Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
It sounded like an excuse, and a poor one. Maea merely raised a pale brow while the vendor snatched the bracelet from the open palm and tenderly returned it to where it had been. It rose even higher when the woman turned on her and snapped, like some small territorial dog with too much attitude for its size.
That cold expression took on a note of boredom at the accusation. Maea gave the woman - a Torcher by the accent - a long stare, scanning her up and down and weighed the effort of arguing against her own quiet suspicions. A bland smile appeared on her lips, that did not reach the pale eyes.
"Apologies," she replied and gave the other a slight bow. "My mistake."
Then she turned back to continue the scrutiny of the merchandise. Fully expecting that to be it.
That cold expression took on a note of boredom at the accusation. Maea gave the woman - a Torcher by the accent - a long stare, scanning her up and down and weighed the effort of arguing against her own quiet suspicions. A bland smile appeared on her lips, that did not reach the pale eyes.
"Apologies," she replied and gave the other a slight bow. "My mistake."
Then she turned back to continue the scrutiny of the merchandise. Fully expecting that to be it.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
