She bows to no one.
Watching the pale Ancient minimize herself to a cocoon of gray was hard to see. She almost wanted to reach out and hug her through the agony. Almost. Thal settled on listening to her quietly, letting the story unfold. Although the temptation to alleviate blame was strong, she could not, in good conscience, tell Maea she did nothing wrong without knowing the full account.
The death of five people was no small thing, but ten years was a long time to feel guilty about something. Thal had a suspicion that the haunting hadn't lasted that long. What recent events had caused her sister-in-law to cross the barrier and pursue revenge after all these years? What form of atonement would she require? Would Maea be willing to take the steps needed? Pulling her own cloak tighter around her, she looked across the desk at her friend(?). No words she said would make the ghost leave them. This was something Maea had to work through. With an expectant look, she nodded encouragingly for the explanation to continue.
The death of five people was no small thing, but ten years was a long time to feel guilty about something. Thal had a suspicion that the haunting hadn't lasted that long. What recent events had caused her sister-in-law to cross the barrier and pursue revenge after all these years? What form of atonement would she require? Would Maea be willing to take the steps needed? Pulling her own cloak tighter around her, she looked across the desk at her friend(?). No words she said would make the ghost leave them. This was something Maea had to work through. With an expectant look, she nodded encouragingly for the explanation to continue.
Thalassa
