I'll drown eventually so don't save me
The vague nature of their honesty was both liberating and vexing. Hints and clues dropped that would mean something to one who knew, who had been there, and perhaps to an outsider it would allow an opening to ask the kind of questions that brought two people persons closer. Maea was curious, admittedly. Wondering what kind of challenges the Mer King had faced, and how he overcame them. What he had lost, and whether anything gained after the sacrifice had been worth it.
She wanted to ask... but Hadama was king with much to do, and she was a nobody who might be taken for nosy. In the end, she couldn't bring herself to ask.
The only thing she really had to offer back was more honesty. Kicking bare feet over the drop, toes not even close to touching the surface of the sea, the Ancient shrugged lightly.
"I'm not sure... To visit, yes. It's a lovely place. But I have too many ghosts haunting me there... and here too, I guess." Looking up from the scarred back of her hands, she briefly mer Hadama's gaze. "I don't know where I should be. Perhaps if I knew I could be of use somewhere... but as I have no skills and no real goal, it's difficult."
Spoken simply, the issues were offered in mild matter of fact tones that didn't ask for sympathy or solutions. She had to find those for herself; it was just a little bit freeing to say it all out loud.
She wanted to ask... but Hadama was king with much to do, and she was a nobody who might be taken for nosy. In the end, she couldn't bring herself to ask.
The only thing she really had to offer back was more honesty. Kicking bare feet over the drop, toes not even close to touching the surface of the sea, the Ancient shrugged lightly.
"I'm not sure... To visit, yes. It's a lovely place. But I have too many ghosts haunting me there... and here too, I guess." Looking up from the scarred back of her hands, she briefly mer Hadama's gaze. "I don't know where I should be. Perhaps if I knew I could be of use somewhere... but as I have no skills and no real goal, it's difficult."
Spoken simply, the issues were offered in mild matter of fact tones that didn't ask for sympathy or solutions. She had to find those for herself; it was just a little bit freeing to say it all out loud.
Maea
