Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea blinked. "I... actually did not know that." She looked a bit sheepish. "It's not like I've been keeping up. Or in contact." It wasn't as if her destination had been this place, either. Her meandering path had been without purpose or destination. Just a haunting of unfamiliar paths, in the vague hope that she might find something that sparked.... anything. Interest. Intrigue. Maybe even homesickness. As usual, nothing did.
The notion that her soul would never be guided by Ludo again made Maea look down. Her mouth was a desolate slash, downcast and tense - there was so much venom dripping that Wessex ought to have been the Viper, rather than the Wraith.
"I'm sorry you've come to feel this way," she murmured. "I can't... bring myself to hate them. Ludo... you know it attuned me, before that whale hunt? Even though I was Abandoned." She had worn its rags. A piece of that grubby cloak had kept her warm for a long time. It would never not be painful to know that was all in the past, now.
Poking a finger at the bones before her, she chewed the inside of her cheek. A sinking feeling made her question what she did here. Wessex clearly grieved, and all Maea felt was numb. Uncaring.
"How did it go? In Stormbreak." Amun hadn't told her about it yet.
The notion that her soul would never be guided by Ludo again made Maea look down. Her mouth was a desolate slash, downcast and tense - there was so much venom dripping that Wessex ought to have been the Viper, rather than the Wraith.
"I'm sorry you've come to feel this way," she murmured. "I can't... bring myself to hate them. Ludo... you know it attuned me, before that whale hunt? Even though I was Abandoned." She had worn its rags. A piece of that grubby cloak had kept her warm for a long time. It would never not be painful to know that was all in the past, now.
Poking a finger at the bones before her, she chewed the inside of her cheek. A sinking feeling made her question what she did here. Wessex clearly grieved, and all Maea felt was numb. Uncaring.
"How did it go? In Stormbreak." Amun hadn't told her about it yet.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
