She bows to no one.
Thal hadn't believed the rumors surrounding the Greatwood. What kind of forest had the power to trap its visitors? Could people really not find their way out of a grove of trees? How hard could it be?
Apparently very hard.
The trees didn't noticeably move, but she could have sworn that they had passed the same tree four times now. It didn't help when the circular pools of water appeared, seducing her with glimpses of faraway lands. Maea seemed careful and surefooted. Thal felt anything but, following close behind. If she wasn't careful, Thal was confident she would drift into the still reflections, losing herself in the fantasies. Would those lands be more welcoming to her? Would their gods be more loving? Would she be happy there?
She found that her feet had wandered away again. Clearing her throat, Thal started to hum a tune under her breath. The notes lulled her away from the temptation of her surroundings and cleared her thoughts. Surprised by the clarity, she smiled lightly before adding lyrics.
"The trees want to keep me here,
I feel the magic near.
Puddles look like portals
With motives insincere.
Aaaay~O, Aaaay~O
Just le~t me go~ ho~me."
She let the crystal ring of her words echo through the leaves, feeling the patch of sun on her shoulders as she continued to follow Maea. The crew had always said she had a pretty voice, but she never trusted those bootlickers. However, as the final notes faded, Thal had an unbiased moment to enjoy her own voice. It pulled the tension from her shoulders. Thal laughed, calling out to Maea. "You should try! Maybe we can make a game of alternating lyrics to keep us focused." There was no demeaning tone to her voice, just a desire to stay on their path out of the forest with their minds intact. And an ulterior motive to make the trees sway in the beautiful innocence of their song.
Apparently very hard.
The trees didn't noticeably move, but she could have sworn that they had passed the same tree four times now. It didn't help when the circular pools of water appeared, seducing her with glimpses of faraway lands. Maea seemed careful and surefooted. Thal felt anything but, following close behind. If she wasn't careful, Thal was confident she would drift into the still reflections, losing herself in the fantasies. Would those lands be more welcoming to her? Would their gods be more loving? Would she be happy there?
She found that her feet had wandered away again. Clearing her throat, Thal started to hum a tune under her breath. The notes lulled her away from the temptation of her surroundings and cleared her thoughts. Surprised by the clarity, she smiled lightly before adding lyrics.
I feel the magic near.
Puddles look like portals
With motives insincere.
Aaaay~O, Aaaay~O
Just le~t me go~ ho~me."
She let the crystal ring of her words echo through the leaves, feeling the patch of sun on her shoulders as she continued to follow Maea. The crew had always said she had a pretty voice, but she never trusted those bootlickers. However, as the final notes faded, Thal had an unbiased moment to enjoy her own voice. It pulled the tension from her shoulders. Thal laughed, calling out to Maea. "You should try! Maybe we can make a game of alternating lyrics to keep us focused." There was no demeaning tone to her voice, just a desire to stay on their path out of the forest with their minds intact. And an ulterior motive to make the trees sway in the beautiful innocence of their song.
Thalassa
