Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
She knew the silence, understood the sentiment at least in part. But Maea couldn't drop the item quite as easily as Remi, and kept holding it out for a while before she realized that he meant it. He wasn't going to accept it back.
"Well... yes. Flinthoppers, most likely. I'm afraid it burned to the ground."
Frowning slightly, she lowered her hand, but kept hold of the lense. Looked down on it, saw the sun reflect in its surface and scatter rainbows across the sand.
"Can you at least tell me what it is?" she asked him.
"Well... yes. Flinthoppers, most likely. I'm afraid it burned to the ground."
Frowning slightly, she lowered her hand, but kept hold of the lense. Looked down on it, saw the sun reflect in its surface and scatter rainbows across the sand.
"Can you at least tell me what it is?" she asked him.
