Maea
Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Casting a sideways glance at Thalassa, the pale-haired Ancient shrugged lightly. "I do, but it's not much we can do about it. The Greatwood is always like this. Only the Fae or those who have lived here long enough can walk freely in these woods. Unless you can fly, we'll be let out where and when it feels like it."
Motion by her feet drew her attention to the visage of a cottage nestled into a glen. A woman walked across the yard with a pair of buckets in her hands, headed for the well. Blinking, Maea looked again; the woman was gone. The skin on her back crawled. The woman had looked awfully like herself.
"But sure. We can play. What do you associate with... magic?" Picking the first thing that came to mind, Maea turned her eyes towards the canopy instead. She wished her grasp on magic was stronger so she could burn out the water from the pools and escape the visions.
Motion by her feet drew her attention to the visage of a cottage nestled into a glen. A woman walked across the yard with a pair of buckets in her hands, headed for the well. Blinking, Maea looked again; the woman was gone. The skin on her back crawled. The woman had looked awfully like herself.
"But sure. We can play. What do you associate with... magic?" Picking the first thing that came to mind, Maea turned her eyes towards the canopy instead. She wished her grasp on magic was stronger so she could burn out the water from the pools and escape the visions.
Now you'll never see me cry
