I'll drown eventually so don't save me
The creature in the pool was unlike anything Maea had seen before. While small, there was no denying the feline grace or the predatory nature of it, and she carefully inched back to keep her hands from being chomped. You never knew.
The inclination to just get up and leave was strong. Especially as Sunjata came over to the pool and began to... do something with the water. Catch the critter? She could see the ripples of disturbance and how the diminutive panther escaped his hands, and the effort not to breathe in the scent of him was making her dizzy.
"Ah, yea. I'm fine." Awkward, embarrassed, afraid of all the things that kept welling up whenever the Flood entered thought or memory or situation... Actually, no. It was a lie, the wasn't fine at all - but admitting that would be a mistake. So she didn't. "What is that thing..?" Better ask about what he was doing than try to explain her tears.
Glancing up, looking between the pool and him and the sea, something on the horizon caught her eye. For an instance Maea locked gaze with the tumsea, and the compassion in its eyes almost reduced her into a sobbingmess. She blinked, and it was gone; lingering only as an unbearable tenderness around her heart.
How unfair. Why was she always reduced to this whenever Sunjata was around?
The inclination to just get up and leave was strong. Especially as Sunjata came over to the pool and began to... do something with the water. Catch the critter? She could see the ripples of disturbance and how the diminutive panther escaped his hands, and the effort not to breathe in the scent of him was making her dizzy.
"Ah, yea. I'm fine." Awkward, embarrassed, afraid of all the things that kept welling up whenever the Flood entered thought or memory or situation... Actually, no. It was a lie, the wasn't fine at all - but admitting that would be a mistake. So she didn't. "What is that thing..?" Better ask about what he was doing than try to explain her tears.
Glancing up, looking between the pool and him and the sea, something on the horizon caught her eye. For an instance Maea locked gaze with the tumsea, and the compassion in its eyes almost reduced her into a sobbingmess. She blinked, and it was gone; lingering only as an unbearable tenderness around her heart.
How unfair. Why was she always reduced to this whenever Sunjata was around?
Maea
