Barrow Fields You don't have to worry

You know that thing girls do, where they pick apart things because they don't like competition?  Yeah, well, against her better judgement, Maia was doing just that internally.  The angel on her shoulder was apparently taking the day off, but she knew she had to walk carefully because she still at the end of the day couldn't turn aside a chance at a friend.

But oh jeeze.  When she had requested a story, she hadn't expected one told in a similar manner to how she told them.  Because storytelling was a thing that she did.  Cadeau didn't get to be good at that too.  Except, well... she was.  Her tale was exciting, and she told it enthusiastically, and Maia had never heard anything about shiny monsters before in her life.  

That is a really good story, she responded honestly, and her smile remained cheerful and friendly even if inwardly she was feeling a bit deflated.  Those monsters sound intense.  Are they everywhere, or do they live in a certain place? Kinda like dragons and old magical caverns, or mermaids and still lagoons?  That wasn't to say her monsters weren't real.  After all, Maia still one hundred percent held the hope that dragons were real.  Yeah, she kinda had a favorite theme here.