m a e a
here comes the sun
smiling down
smiling down
"We call it 'deepfrost' here, but I'd say you are right. Mind if I lend a hand? Wouldn't want to leave anyone without a decent roof over their head, even if the Long Night is far off still."
Maea smiled at the hardworking man from the door. She had foregone knocking as the note led her to believe there would be plenty of people coming and going anyway, but seeing the man sitting alone by the fire made her pause.
"This is the right house, I hope? I saw the note..."
Though the young woman was short and slender with little if any muscle to her, the hand she used to indicated the note outside by the market was calloused and rough from long handling of tools. She was pale, with hair and eyes tjat was nearly colorless and gleamed eerily in the light of the fire; all the more strikingly white against the backdrop of evening and the black scarf she wore around the shoulders.
But the smile was warm, and her tone cheerful as she introduced herself.
"I'm Maea Valair. You're Are, right?"
