Calm Faces, Burning Hearts
Unexpectedly, Maya was already sitting there.
Elegant as ever.
Her spine stayed upright, posture perfect, feet tucked one over the other without effort. A palm sat quiet on her thigh, fingers loose - not quite careless, but held that way on purpose - like stillness stretched past its natural point.
She sat there, untouched by anything happening around. A stillness hung about her, like storms passed wide. The air moved slow, yet she did not blink. Nothing reached through. Not a sound, not a shadow.
A hush hung in the air when daylight edged across the floor, touching the folds of her pale blue garment. Over the arc of her hips the glow crept, then dipped toward where her limbs broke the shadow below the gown's opening. Each breath made the cloth tremble a fraction - measured, almost calm… yet frayed just at the edges. Stillness didn't quite claim her.
