Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
"I wouldn't call it that much of a miracle, if your birds can make it happen," she countered.
Taking a moment to brush scales from her hands, she found it a difficult task indeed. They clung to her and shimmered, sparkling iridescent against the whiteness of her skin. Maea soon gave up and resumed the task at hand, ready for the next step.
As the man leaned in to take her hand, however, she shied away. Let him simply take the knife and moved aside, so that they no longer touched. There was a tightness about her jaw as she kept her eyes on the fish, tension that reflected in shoulders that had risen just a little higher up against the ears.
But she didn't say anything. Just kept her eyes on the fish, and the bloody inside as its guts were laid bare.
Taking a moment to brush scales from her hands, she found it a difficult task indeed. They clung to her and shimmered, sparkling iridescent against the whiteness of her skin. Maea soon gave up and resumed the task at hand, ready for the next step.
As the man leaned in to take her hand, however, she shied away. Let him simply take the knife and moved aside, so that they no longer touched. There was a tightness about her jaw as she kept her eyes on the fish, tension that reflected in shoulders that had risen just a little higher up against the ears.
But she didn't say anything. Just kept her eyes on the fish, and the bloody inside as its guts were laid bare.
