[SE] Omens are for the weak

Maea

Waking from the dream
Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in

Thin shoulders rose and fell in a light shrug. Maea picked a piece of lint off a sleeve and set it adrift on the breeze. "One of our kin is the ruler of the region. I think that's about the only reason. Work is being done to create a barrier against the Void critters, and the shrine to Dygra isn't too remote - I assume it's just convenient. No risk of being judged for sating our hunger... No one else seem very interested in the region anyway. Too much bad history." A faint grimace scrunched her nose, before a second shrug hefted the weight of old memories like an invisible backpack.

"Do you mind waiting for a bit? I would like to have a moment by the shrine, now that I'm here..." Alone, the soft smile seemed to imply. Not because Thalassa was a hindrande, but some things were rather private - and certain topics easier to address without an audience.

The end is what you fear
The scent of embers lingers in the air