MAEA
"Hmmm." Her tone was full of meaning, though none clear enough to dicipher. "Chaos is what Dygra is about, isn't it. The opposite of structure and order. I suspect any venture headed by an Ancient is bound to look strange from the outside." And from the inside, too. Maea had net Edmund, but didn't know the whelp well enough to draw any conclusion as to his suitability to lead anything. The problem might lie in a penchant for strong individuality among Dygra's children; it would take equally a strong personality to herd them all in the same direction. Someone like Danta, she supposed.
Pursing her lips, Maea merely watched while Talyson dug through the hollow, ready to haul him out if he found more than he bargained for. "Perhaps I should put in a request for the guild myself... I'll need some brave souls to help me do a bit of research of my own on these voidlings." Flashing him a grin, there wasn't much humor in it; it was juat as dangerous as it sounded.
Pursing her lips, Maea merely watched while Talyson dug through the hollow, ready to haul him out if he found more than he bargained for. "Perhaps I should put in a request for the guild myself... I'll need some brave souls to help me do a bit of research of my own on these voidlings." Flashing him a grin, there wasn't much humor in it; it was juat as dangerous as it sounded.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
