Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Something for something was the way of the Grounds, and Maea was challenging herself to keep as busy as she could. To not wallow or agonize as it were. That meant filling every hour of the day with things that kept her hands occupied and thoughts from wandering, and it was why she appeared in front of Wordsworth Books with time to spare. While the place dredged up memories, it was not a far leap into considering how the store and its new owner might be tied into Lorekeeper business in the future, and Maea found that she actually enjoyed the idea of being allowed to plan.
When enough willing hands had arrived and tasks were lined up, she smiled quietly to Nikolai. "I'm most comfortable with organizing books," she offered, before anyone else could snatch it. "Let me know what system you prefer; I can be flexible." And as soon as she knew what to do, she would get started.
When enough willing hands had arrived and tasks were lined up, she smiled quietly to Nikolai. "I'm most comfortable with organizing books," she offered, before anyone else could snatch it. "Let me know what system you prefer; I can be flexible." And as soon as she knew what to do, she would get started.
