Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Responding to Sunjata's brief acknowledgement with a slight incline of her head, Maea ignored Nate's presence as much as she herself was ignored. Much as she appreciated Darkeye's somewhat heated speech, it made her wince a bit too, and as she went about the sorting, she spared the short man a faint smile - and a slight shake of her head. Please don't', her expression pleaded; it was not the time or place to explain, but she very much deserved every bit of ice from the demigods. Both of them, actually; Sunjata was positively magnanimous in his greeting.
Thank goodness for Nikolai, and for the work going smoothly. After finishing her task, Maea looked quickly between the others and listened to the new list of chores.
"Leave the shelves to me," she said, and went to retrieve them. Sturdy they may be, and short she was, but it was a task she could accomplish on her own - well away from the others. Out of sight, out of mind.
It was better that way.
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Maea chooses to deal with the shelves.
Thank goodness for Nikolai, and for the work going smoothly. After finishing her task, Maea looked quickly between the others and listened to the new list of chores.
"Leave the shelves to me," she said, and went to retrieve them. Sturdy they may be, and short she was, but it was a task she could accomplish on her own - well away from the others. Out of sight, out of mind.
It was better that way.
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Maea chooses to deal with the shelves.
