Masks 2

Maria finally accepted that Theraea was never coming back to thread and acknowledging her question and she was just gonna have to pretend she was asking this definitely regular-ass lady to avoid the awkwardness of admitting that like. You didn't actually wave to someone, but the person behind them. Oops. Not that she minded because she liked knowing all the new kids on the block, but apparently somewhere out there, God was getting antsy.

"'I guess' makes it sound like that was an interesting discovery, Zil." She smiled, already kinda sleeby. The old lady- it sunk into the soul. And, you know, the wind-down from tearing one's hair out over how this had all gone so far. "And 'healing hands' is about the most enviable skill in the book, that's great, good news. Pretty sure it's a whirlwind for everybody."

Cadence came crashing back in, and you know? It was kinda great. If nobody played the Bubbly Less Stressed Out Person, these meetings got lame pretty quick. Plus. On hard river water and home-made soap for the last bajillion years? Not something she heard about her hair so often. Had to wonder how a little ray of sunshine got through all the smog!

"Ooh, and a little theft now and again sounds like a blast. Or lying, maybe. Iiiiiiiiii made some bomb scones this morning. There's my contribution. A skill I'll be kicking everybody's ass with."