You're so cold
but you feel alive
Sunlight, blue skies, a warm breeze. It was impossible to tell that Longheat was almost over. Shadows were so pale during the Torchline days, and Maea was paler still, even under the dark protection of her shawl. Drawn up over the head to shelter her skin from the sun, she was a little too hot, very jealous indeed of Sunjata's shirtless state... but her smile was bright. Luminous, in fact, as a blue glow was cast over her face from an orb of light that perched on her shoulder. She had tried to shoo the wisp out into the wind several times, but it clung to her stubbornly, petulant and sulky... like it had ever since last night, when she brought it home, and the will-o-wisp discovered that it was not alone to own her affections.
"Worth a try," Maea agreed, cheerful despite her new companion's sullen mood. "Logically there should be a place for a watchman to live somewhere, magical lights or no."
Reaching out for Sunjata's hand, she laced her fingers into his. A slight limp jarred her step as she walked beside him, the only visible reminder of her own injury now that her legs were hidden away beneath thin, billowing skirts. Pink scars traced two opposing semi-circles on her right thigh beneath them, however, as a reminder of the shark incident... and the girl refused to let anyone removed them.
"Worth a try," Maea agreed, cheerful despite her new companion's sullen mood. "Logically there should be a place for a watchman to live somewhere, magical lights or no."
Reaching out for Sunjata's hand, she laced her fingers into his. A slight limp jarred her step as she walked beside him, the only visible reminder of her own injury now that her legs were hidden away beneath thin, billowing skirts. Pink scars traced two opposing semi-circles on her right thigh beneath them, however, as a reminder of the shark incident... and the girl refused to let anyone removed them.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
