Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
She har been amused by the predicament, laughing inwardly at what seemed the prank of some spirit. But Maea's mirth faded upon hearing Darkeye's tale. Yanking a hammer away from where it attached to his shoulder, she bit her jaws together. A similar anger reflecting in her own eyes.
"I'm sorry she did that. It was not alright. Here - take my hands. Let's see if I can get you away from that anvil." Maea offered him both her hands. The pale skin coating them was puckered and scarred, a look of melted wax as if from a terrible burn. Should he accept, she would lean back and brace herself, so that the strong man might use her to aid himself in pulling free.
Small as she was, he would find she did not budge easily.
"I'm sorry she did that. It was not alright. Here - take my hands. Let's see if I can get you away from that anvil." Maea offered him both her hands. The pale skin coating them was puckered and scarred, a look of melted wax as if from a terrible burn. Should he accept, she would lean back and brace herself, so that the strong man might use her to aid himself in pulling free.
Small as she was, he would find she did not budge easily.
Maea
