Maea
Waking from the dream
Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in
Thin shoulders rose and fell in a light shrug. Maea picked a piece of lint off a sleeve and set it adrift on the breeze. "One of our kin is the ruler of the region. I think that's about the only reason. Work is being done to create a barrier against the Void critters, and the shrine to Dygra isn't too remote - I assume it's just convenient. No risk of being judged for sating our hunger... No one else seem very interested in the region anyway. Too much bad history." A faint grimace scrunched her nose, before a second shrug hefted the weight of old memories like an invisible backpack. Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in
"Do you mind waiting for a bit? I would like to have a moment by the shrine, now that I'm here..." Alone, the soft smile seemed to imply. Not because Thalassa was a hindrande, but some things were rather private - and certain topics easier to address without an audience.
The end is what you fear
The scent of embers lingers in the air
The scent of embers lingers in the air
