maya remembers hating fireworks as a child. they were always too loud for her liking and, even when her mother had tried to have her hold something as simple as a sparkler, she’d been too frightened of getting burned. but overtime she’d changed and, along with it, her view became different. it’d taken some time for maya to grow accustom to the sound and, even now as the fireworks took off, she’d been startled at first. though now she enjoyed the way everything fell to silence -- a smooth transition that played in her head each time another was fired.

taking cecil to a social event, filled with people and crowds; it wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had. however it had come at a perfect time. after everything that had happened within the dungeon maya felt obligated to do something as an apology for putting so much stress on the others shoulders. “smile.” she said, bumping her arm into cecil's as they walked. “or else i’ll keep you out here for longer, and maybe even make you talk to other people so you can make some more friends.”

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