Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She offered him a considering look. Eyed the surf beneath the cliff he perched on, then looked at the bright sun overhead.
"I would likely burn to a crisp before I got to the water," she said. There was a tone of lament to the statement, as if she really would like to try, but... She kept the shawl over her head for a reason. Maea was not made for climates like these.
He slithered out of explaining what he was trying to catch, and she only shrugged at that. "Yes. There was someone who said they'd come along... but I doubt they will now."
She didn't seem to think anything of revealing herself to be alone. Utterly, in a strange land full of strange new things.
"I would likely burn to a crisp before I got to the water," she said. There was a tone of lament to the statement, as if she really would like to try, but... She kept the shawl over her head for a reason. Maea was not made for climates like these.
He slithered out of explaining what he was trying to catch, and she only shrugged at that. "Yes. There was someone who said they'd come along... but I doubt they will now."
She didn't seem to think anything of revealing herself to be alone. Utterly, in a strange land full of strange new things.
