Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
Max pulled her cell from her pocket, and she sent out a text with quick taps of her thumbs on the screen. (McKendrick? Swing by. I have an elf problem.)
That done, she tucked the phone away again, and she lifted a brow when the man- Wait. "Are you male?" she asked bluntly, because she needed to know. The dress was confusing, and Enya was bald, and maybe this was a very masculine woman; she didn't know anything about possible-elf aesthetics. But back to the conversation. "Listen, that ebb of people? It's a roaring ocean at certain times in the day, and that's just the foot traffic. Let me guess, you live somewhere with big green trees?" A pause. "Shouldn't you have long hair?" There was a movie - she didn't remember the name - but she remembered long blond hair on all the elves, and hairy feet on the dwarves, and some hot guy with a cloak. She wasn't entirely clueless.
"You may safely assume," she echoed about the doors. "They open to different worlds, outside of your own, and why do you sound like that is absolutely no big deal to you?
She pulled out the phone again. (Now, McKendrick.) Tuck.
"The inn. You're really new. Alright, let's sit down in the-" But then a teenage girl came in, black hair and striped stockings, and she asked the egg for the name of his plastic surgeon. There was cooing about the ears, and clear adoration. Max just pressed her fingers to her forehead and wondered if her parenting future involved ear prosthetics.