MAEA
Maea knew jealousy intimately. It was, admittedly, one of her least charming traits, and the one she was most aware of as a flaw. On a good day she could admit that the world wasn't fair, and that she indeed had gifts enough for one person - but most of the time that did nothing to prevent her from craving more. Greed was jealousy's ugly cousin, and together they served as the basis for many crimes across the vast universe.
Because she knew it so well, she read something in the Messenger's expression that he perhaps would not have wanted her to notice. Growing serious as she turned to face him more properly, she cocked her horned head and flicked her tail in his direction, nudging at a knee.
"You like it too... don't you?" she asked quietly, with understanding written in her eyes. "The way I like dragons... but can't bond with one?" Her gaze went to Boreal, complicated emotions warring with the simple affection towards someone else's pet. She understood. She really, really did.
Perhaps it was a day for talking about difficult things, after all. Sunlight had a way of curing more than seasonal depressions, and though the wind was cold enough to make her shudder as it chilled her damp clothes, the fire in her grasp made up for it with a warmth she freely shared with her friend.
"But it does make a difference," Maea objected. "If a complete stranger had asked me the same question, I would have refused them outright. The only reason I'm giving it a proper consideration now is because I trust that you mean well, and don't have ulterior motives. At least, if you do, you're really good at hiding them." Frowning softly as she tapped her feet together, Maea admitted that she might be a bit prejudiced against strangers. "Ultimately, it's not even all that much about the Old Gods or your comfort - sorry about that. It's more... if I gave my consent, and something happened - could I live with the knowledge that I allowed it to happen in the first place?"
Accountability, and responsibility, and ultimately, trust in whether she could risk being let down by an unchanging world.
Watching Boreal come trundling up to her bonded, Maea regarded them both curiously, wondering what this all was about. She saw nothing peculiar in Tal's vest, and found the winking a little odd, but no more.
Because she knew it so well, she read something in the Messenger's expression that he perhaps would not have wanted her to notice. Growing serious as she turned to face him more properly, she cocked her horned head and flicked her tail in his direction, nudging at a knee.
"You like it too... don't you?" she asked quietly, with understanding written in her eyes. "The way I like dragons... but can't bond with one?" Her gaze went to Boreal, complicated emotions warring with the simple affection towards someone else's pet. She understood. She really, really did.
Perhaps it was a day for talking about difficult things, after all. Sunlight had a way of curing more than seasonal depressions, and though the wind was cold enough to make her shudder as it chilled her damp clothes, the fire in her grasp made up for it with a warmth she freely shared with her friend.
"But it does make a difference," Maea objected. "If a complete stranger had asked me the same question, I would have refused them outright. The only reason I'm giving it a proper consideration now is because I trust that you mean well, and don't have ulterior motives. At least, if you do, you're really good at hiding them." Frowning softly as she tapped her feet together, Maea admitted that she might be a bit prejudiced against strangers. "Ultimately, it's not even all that much about the Old Gods or your comfort - sorry about that. It's more... if I gave my consent, and something happened - could I live with the knowledge that I allowed it to happen in the first place?"
Accountability, and responsibility, and ultimately, trust in whether she could risk being let down by an unchanging world.
Watching Boreal come trundling up to her bonded, Maea regarded them both curiously, wondering what this all was about. She saw nothing peculiar in Tal's vest, and found the winking a little odd, but no more.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
