Mooncalf

Maea

And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear

"Ah, do you now. Well don't mind if I do..." Warmth bloomed in Maea's hands and chest alike as the companion leaned into her. Willingly the Ancient one obliged, offering scratches and admiring whispers for the duration it took for water to boil. With Eira pressed against a knee it was far easier to relocate herself to the table, almost like she already knew this Noah fellow and not so strange at all to join him for tea. With her cloak added to the drying rack of chairs, she could be mistaken for an actual guest, not just random passerby.

There lay a sort of reverence over the young woman as she made a cup for herself. Adding tea leaf and sugar crystals to the mug, she cradled it in one hand, the other scritching Eira - ah, what bliss. So warm. How could she not relax, just a bit? Just a little bit must be fine.
"I see. That must have been difficult. I remember it being hard to leave Halo after spending time there... and for the Grounds of all places?" Maea shook her head, nose wrinkling. Her homeland didn't have many redeeming qualities in her eyes.

"Developments? Of what kind?" Curiosity got her tongue and ranaway with it. Freshly woken, she knew little of what passed in the world. Admittedly she had not done much to educate herself either. Taking a sip of the steaming brew, the heat curled her tongue pleasantly, and a soft sigh issued forth as nostalgia danced across her palate.

Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on