Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
Having the warm little body pressed against her neck and lend weight to her shoulders was a comfort. It steadied her, made it easier to draw breath, and Maea kept stroking Haai's head and neck reflexively. Somehow, she resisted the urge to follow Sunjata with her eyes as he moved around the stones and around her, to stand on the edge of the cliff. With the risk of meeting his gaze removed, it would have been very easy to fall into quiet contemplation of his silhouette against the dying light.
The sunset was a far safer thing to look at. Less potentially rife with mistakes - as if the world was holding its breath and waiting for either of them to say the wrong thing, make a wrong move.
What did she think of Torchline?
"It's... nice. But I'm losing out on much of it, I think. As I can't move about freely under the sun."
No long hours lounging in the surf, no basking in the sun or strolling through teeming markets. Most of the time she was hidden away beneath the sheltering shade of Ludo's Rags.
Truth was, Maea was a bit underwhelmed. And it colored her voice, though she tried to keep it light.
She knew how much this place meant to him. The ocean.
The sunset was a far safer thing to look at. Less potentially rife with mistakes - as if the world was holding its breath and waiting for either of them to say the wrong thing, make a wrong move.
What did she think of Torchline?
"It's... nice. But I'm losing out on much of it, I think. As I can't move about freely under the sun."
No long hours lounging in the surf, no basking in the sun or strolling through teeming markets. Most of the time she was hidden away beneath the sheltering shade of Ludo's Rags.
Truth was, Maea was a bit underwhelmed. And it colored her voice, though she tried to keep it light.
She knew how much this place meant to him. The ocean.
