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Wallflowers are pretty too - Maea - 02-24-2019
Alone. Though Maea has seen the Long Night come and gone again over twenty times and more, this was the first time she had ever spent it on her own. Where she sat huddled over a cup of tea by the fireplace she felt the lack of family keenly, for although the room was full of people, the faces all belonged to strangers. She watched them come and go without speaking, without interfering or even really listening to the conversations, too absorbed in thought to more than wonder at how many they were.
The Outlanders.
You could pick them out easily enough by the way they carried themselves, by the straight backs and clear eyes, that look of purpouse and determination about them that her own people seemed to have somehow lost. Generations of hopeless struggle against a riddle that would not let itself be solved would do that to people, she supposed, but it still vexed her to realize just how comfortable they had become in their bubble of isolation. Had they actually given up, or were their steadfast toil and murmured desire to break through the barrier - eventually, in time - merely a contrast to the rash, brazen courage of these newcomers?
Nursing the hot cup between her hands, the girl let out a heavy sigh and slipped further down into the chair. While it was warm here, relatively comfortable and with plenty of supplies to go around, she still missed home. It just wasn't the same, spending the darkest of nights without kin around. That she had chosen this for herself did not really make it better... but done was done and now she was stuck here until the sun reappeared and the shadows grew less perilous.
She sighed again, even deeper this time, and brought the mug to her lips for a sip. At least the tea was not bad. Small comfort.