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Things that go bump in the night - Maea - 03-18-2019 It had grown late, and outside the safe comfort of the Atheneum and the Loreseeker's guildhall, night had fallen. Her breath fogged in the cold air as Maea closed the door behind her and came down the steps to the street below. Frost sparkled on broken cobbles in the dim light of the stars, and though the farmer in her worried about what the cold might mean for the budding blooms on her fruit trees and the tender crops, she still smiled softly at the beauty of it. It should be cold. Dressed in a flimsy dress more suited for the balmy sunshine of the day, with only a shawl to cover her shoulders and onlylight shoes on her feet. But she was not, and as the white haired young woman began to walk the familiar path that would eventually lead her to the Outskirts and home, she thanked Ludo again for the precious gift. Though light as air and darker than the shadows between the ruins, tattered enough to make Evie Wordsworth wrinkle her perfect nose in disgust, the shawl staved off the chill and left her perfectly warm. Content, even. One might even say happy, and be surprised to know that she had lost every blood relative she'd ever had only half a season ago. Ludo had given her more than a shawl, in truth. Peace of mind might seem a strange thing to receivr from a child of Mort, and yet she had found it in a few simple words that tasted of truth. You're not as alone as you think. Maea wanted to believe it was the truth. Unfortunately, it also seemed to be the case in a more literal sense this evening. As she made her way down the street, she became increasingly aware of a presence nearby. Whether following her or merely watching she couldn't tell, but it made the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end. Unnerved, she picked up the pace. RE: Things that go bump in the night - Kristopher - 03-22-2019
RE: Things that go bump in the night - Maea - 03-22-2019 Maea had been too focused on something pursuing her from behind. That anything might approach from the road ahead had not crossed her mind. The sudden appearance of the tall figure before her brought her to a dead stop, with a racing heart and fingers numb from a very different kind of cold. One that Ludo's rags could not stave off. With the back of her neck crawling with unease, she heard the man speak. He was tall, towering over her so that she had to tilt her head back to see the face.... but it wasn't really necessary. That voice, the way he spoke... the sharp smile just confirmed what Maea already knew, and it did not bring her any comfort whatsoever. She recognized him, from the mob outside the Spire. He had smiled the same way then, as if he was a cat and she an unsuspecting bird about to be pounced. Well. Seems this was the pouncing being done. "I'm just on my way home" she said quietly, and backed up a step. How her voice remained steady was more than she knew; something about this man and the situation was deeply troubling. "I won't be out long... but thank you for the warning. If you would excuse me...?" Maea tried a smile, quick and faint and gone too soon, and attempted to step around the man and walk swsy. This was probably not the time to stick around for small talk... introductions would have to wait. For a sunny day, in public, surrounded by other people. RE: Things that go bump in the night - Kristopher - 03-28-2019
RE: Things that go bump in the night - Maea - 03-28-2019 Her attempt to slip away was thwarted by a deft sidestep, and Maea had to stop dead in her track to avoid crashing into the man. Somehow, the thought terrified her and she had just begun to back up again when he moved. A dark-clothed arm shifted, rose - she flinched, prepared for a blow, pain, anything - and was offered to her. Like a perfect gentleman. Maea stared at the hand. Was this a trick? A quick glance up at his sharp smile told her that it was. But of what kind? Was this the part where she ran and he gave chase, and the end was a scribbled paper on the notice board informing of a death in the night? She took his arm. Her hand was very small and very pale against the black fabric, and looking at it made her feel weaker - was that even possible - so instead she kept her gaze fixed on the road ahead, hardly seeing where they went as the man led her on. Any casual passerby would only see a couple out on a late night stroll. Maybe note the difference in height between them, shake their head at how little the was wearing in the cold night. But the road remained empty, and Maea wanted to scream at herself. How could she have let herself ens up in a situation like this? Stupid! "My people?" she murmured, grateful that her voice remained steady even though her knees were not. "I thought everyone in the Hollowed Grounds were the same..." Natural, Outlander, accepted or rejected... everyone lived and died the same. Or did they? |