Seaside Moors Broken merry go round

Purple eyes.  Perfect.  Maia was clearly lost in the description, imaging now a pair of flaming purple eyes that disappeared into the shadows of some unknown forest.  Hero, or villain?  Or maybe a little bit of both, since the best villains could be heroes sometimes.  She was so caught, actually, that she almost missed the praise.

Oh... really?!  She beamed.  It meant a lot to hear that from anyone, but from this woman, it was the highest acclaim.  She didn't imagine she'd ever be able to hold anyone captive with her voice the way Erzulie seemed to, but it was something to strive for at least!  Another goal, another thing to practice.

Um, yeah, some things.  Exploring, eating, napping... especially napping.  She said, still grinning.  Why?