Closed RP: WOAH, we're going to Ibi--Scotland.
Maia's not one of the English breed of travellers. She would not ever wear socks with sandals, for example, nor wander into a warzone and ask the leader of the guerilla soldiers where the nearest cafe was. She's more low-key than that. Her travelling outfit is the same as her normal--black on black, red lips and a smirk--and her bag for the journey is only a deep black leather school bag rather than the suitcase monstrosities you see on the carousel. It whiffs a bit of sulphur.
She's in the Great Hall, examining the list of places to go, attractions to see...Skye's first up. It's not mainland Scotland, not really, and Maia stands a much lower chance of running into anybody she might know there.
He's not late. She's just early.
She's in the Great Hall, examining the list of places to go, attractions to see...Skye's first up. It's not mainland Scotland, not really, and Maia stands a much lower chance of running into anybody she might know there.
He's not late. She's just early.