Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
The crack as the tiger's head bumped into hers had Maea seeing lights dance before her vision. Wincing softly she rubbed her forehead, then paused with hands aloft as Isla flopped down beside her, taken aback by the close proximity. She should be afraid, she supposed. It was a tiger, after all, with heat rolling off the metallic stripes like an open furnace and all the instincts that came along. Except it was Isla; if Maea had ever been afraid of the Remedy, it was only because she admired the woman too much, and didn't wish to make a fool of herself in front of her.
Very slowly she lowered her hands to touch the amber fur. The solidity beneath the luscious pelt startled her much like touching a young colt had earlier in the season, reminding her of how unusual it had become to touch anyone at all outside of weapons training. Touch starved... blood starved, hunger for purpose and meaning in this dizzying existence - Maea sighed, and curled up on the ground next to the Remedy, head resting on a warm shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled quietly. "I don't mean to be like this. You're kind enough to help, and yet..." Flexing her jaws, she felt the silence of the meadow like a physical thing. "I'm just.. scared. Last time I let myself get swept up in emotion, I got myself killed. I don't trust... don't trust myself to have learned anything at all from that."
Blocking out the too bright sunlight with the sleeve of an arm, she tried to find that same peace and calm that her company seemed to possess. But though the scent of dry earth and crushed greenery tickled her senses, though there was nothing to worry about for miles in every direction, peace eluded her.
Very slowly she lowered her hands to touch the amber fur. The solidity beneath the luscious pelt startled her much like touching a young colt had earlier in the season, reminding her of how unusual it had become to touch anyone at all outside of weapons training. Touch starved... blood starved, hunger for purpose and meaning in this dizzying existence - Maea sighed, and curled up on the ground next to the Remedy, head resting on a warm shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled quietly. "I don't mean to be like this. You're kind enough to help, and yet..." Flexing her jaws, she felt the silence of the meadow like a physical thing. "I'm just.. scared. Last time I let myself get swept up in emotion, I got myself killed. I don't trust... don't trust myself to have learned anything at all from that."
Blocking out the too bright sunlight with the sleeve of an arm, she tried to find that same peace and calm that her company seemed to possess. But though the scent of dry earth and crushed greenery tickled her senses, though there was nothing to worry about for miles in every direction, peace eluded her.
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
