Maggie could understand that. She loved her mother more than anything but it was nice when she started traveling--she didn't have to worry about being dragged off on some crazy escapade. Honestly that woman how more energy in her than Maggie herself. There were time she worried about what she might be getting up to bu at the very least Maria checked up with her once every two or so weeks.

She shifted back on the couch, settling more comfortably on it drawing some of her hair away from her face to tuck it behind her ear. A simple silver earring, shaped like the Leo symbol encrusted with a tiny peridot piece.

"What kind of job?" She hoped she wasn't being too nosy but. Maggie just always was genuinely curious to learn more about others. Seeing where they came from, where they went, nothing was more inspirational than the lives of others when it came to writing her stories.