You're so cold
but you feel alive
Maea met his gaze with a wide, excited grin, then looked back at the buildings. It was a handful of houses, no more. Perhaps some attempt had been made to settle a new village, or a family had just grown so much that it required the additions - for siblings with their own families, for outflown children needing their own space, or just friends that wanted to live next to one another. Either way, it was... almost pefect.
"Are they all abandoned?" she wondered, almost a little afraid to go closer, despite the lack of people nearby, or indeed signs of life. It was a bit of a green oasis on the windblown cliffs. A garden gone wild, allowed to overtake the houses it had surrounded. The buildings seemed to be made from large blocks of local rock, likely quarried on the spot.
Turning, she looked back at the lighthouse. From here, the top of it could only just be seen from the incline they stood on, its light wan and dimmed under the sunlight. At night... from the houses, the glow would likely only be seen reflecting on the waters of the ocean far below. Like a private moonpath across the sea, every evening.
"Are they all abandoned?" she wondered, almost a little afraid to go closer, despite the lack of people nearby, or indeed signs of life. It was a bit of a green oasis on the windblown cliffs. A garden gone wild, allowed to overtake the houses it had surrounded. The buildings seemed to be made from large blocks of local rock, likely quarried on the spot.
Turning, she looked back at the lighthouse. From here, the top of it could only just be seen from the incline they stood on, its light wan and dimmed under the sunlight. At night... from the houses, the glow would likely only be seen reflecting on the waters of the ocean far below. Like a private moonpath across the sea, every evening.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
