Oh, you say you have to fall apart to really be someone
She listened with her head tilted to the side, amused by the odd request and the courier's disgruntled diligence. "Admirable of you to come all the way out here," she commended him. "No one would know if you tossed the shrub in a ditch... yet here you are, anyway." It spoke of a kind of work ethic and sense of duty that Maea remembered in her father and brother, once upon a time. Back when hard work and stubborn resilience was the only kind of honor that mattered, and battle was fought against hunger, darkness and the merciless elements only. Recognizing some of that spirit in this man, it had her ease a bit, enough to offer a quiet smile against his wariness.
"Mmh, not quite - " About to answer his return question, Maea frowned when the courier's gaze went out to something behind her. Unlike him, she took the dragon's growl as a sign to make ready for a fight. One hand fell to the chakram at her belt as the Ancient woman spun around - and froze, at the sight of the figure that came walking towards them. A glimpse was all she caught; of a woman, short of stature with a rainbow shimmer of wings about her, and fierce eyes burning across time and space, boring into the depth of her being even all these years later... until the figure broke apart and was gone.
Ashen faced and trembling, she flinched at the clang of the shovel hitting the ground. "Easy," she murmured, when the man started swearing; her fingers shook as she let go of her weapon, but forced herself to yield it anyway. There was nothing left to fight. "Don't let it get to you. Let's... let's get that rose planted, and then I think it's time to leave. Even Morn isn't safe all the time."
Shaking herself like a wet dog, she approached the hole and bent down to pick up the shovel, to hand it back to the man. "I have a shift... I can help dig, but I don't want to alarm you. Would you mind if I use it?"
"Mmh, not quite - " About to answer his return question, Maea frowned when the courier's gaze went out to something behind her. Unlike him, she took the dragon's growl as a sign to make ready for a fight. One hand fell to the chakram at her belt as the Ancient woman spun around - and froze, at the sight of the figure that came walking towards them. A glimpse was all she caught; of a woman, short of stature with a rainbow shimmer of wings about her, and fierce eyes burning across time and space, boring into the depth of her being even all these years later... until the figure broke apart and was gone.
Ashen faced and trembling, she flinched at the clang of the shovel hitting the ground. "Easy," she murmured, when the man started swearing; her fingers shook as she let go of her weapon, but forced herself to yield it anyway. There was nothing left to fight. "Don't let it get to you. Let's... let's get that rose planted, and then I think it's time to leave. Even Morn isn't safe all the time."
Shaking herself like a wet dog, she approached the hole and bent down to pick up the shovel, to hand it back to the man. "I have a shift... I can help dig, but I don't want to alarm you. Would you mind if I use it?"
