I'll drown eventually so don't save me
Scarred hands froze mid motion when mer dropped the news of Torchline's fate. All memories she had ever made in that tropical paradise came flooding in to the rush of her pulse going gone, gone, gone, too intensely for even her to pretend like she didn't care. Bitter as some of the recollections were, the land had never been at fault for her pain. She'd wanted to live there, had died there, had haunted its streets and done things to the people that would send this noble mer into a rage if he ever found out. And rightly so.
Her hands shook when he began to dictate the letter. Delivered so concisely, the true devastation was brought home in the plea for aid, in the terse lack of flowery promises of recompensation. That she was speaking to the mer king himself was only a trifling point of trivia after that.
"I'm so sorry," the young Ancient said quietly when she finished writing. Folding the letter, she sealed it with a piece of string and put it away - in a better pocket this time, just over her heart. "I'll make sure Danta receives this as soon as possible. I don't know how fast we can get to you, but I'm sure help will come." At the very least, she would come. To give back for all that the land had offered her in the past.
Swiping at her cheeks, she blinked back unexpected tears and stared at the moisture on her hand. Startled to be so affected, surprised that she could still cry when she'd been numb for so many years.
"Uhm.. can I get you anything now? Food, provisions..?" Looking at Hadama was difficult, the barely suppressed emotion so bravely hidden affected her more than she wanted to admit.
"Are you okay?" A quiet offer, if he wanted to talk about it. Since she was just a stranger, just a messenger, there would be no need to keep up a front. Who was she to judge a kind for weeping over his people?
Her hands shook when he began to dictate the letter. Delivered so concisely, the true devastation was brought home in the plea for aid, in the terse lack of flowery promises of recompensation. That she was speaking to the mer king himself was only a trifling point of trivia after that.
"I'm so sorry," the young Ancient said quietly when she finished writing. Folding the letter, she sealed it with a piece of string and put it away - in a better pocket this time, just over her heart. "I'll make sure Danta receives this as soon as possible. I don't know how fast we can get to you, but I'm sure help will come." At the very least, she would come. To give back for all that the land had offered her in the past.
Swiping at her cheeks, she blinked back unexpected tears and stared at the moisture on her hand. Startled to be so affected, surprised that she could still cry when she'd been numb for so many years.
"Uhm.. can I get you anything now? Food, provisions..?" Looking at Hadama was difficult, the barely suppressed emotion so bravely hidden affected her more than she wanted to admit.
"Are you okay?" A quiet offer, if he wanted to talk about it. Since she was just a stranger, just a messenger, there would be no need to keep up a front. Who was she to judge a kind for weeping over his people?
Maea
