Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
War does not stop for rain, or snow, or raging wildfire. Therefore training could not be considerate towards the soldiers either, and their regimen pressed on even in the worst blizzards. To the ancient, that was a perilous thing indeed and Maea made a point of joining them as often as she was able. It was good to know ones limits. Good to understand the signs of the body and what it meant when joints stiffened and limbs grew heavy; how hard she could push herself, and for how long, before she reached a point of no return. In the midst of a patrol of others there was little risk involved; they would know to burn the statue or douse it in blood, and the only suffering to be had was that of wounded pride.
Fortunately she had not gone that far yet. But that didn't mean it was pleasant to spend her morning outdoors on the training field, with snow flurrying in erratic swirls, carried by mercurial winds as if the Inner Quarter had been turned into a snow globe shaken by some higher power. Her hands were painfully cold despite the fleece-lined gloves, and though she had been running laps around the field to warm herself up, every breath pricked the throat with icy air until she thought her lungs might be the first part to freeze. Even her tail felt warmer, hidden away beneath the bulky layers of pants and skirts as it was.
Once she felt limber enough, Maea paused to catch her breath. Gazing across the yard in search for a partner to train with, she absently dusted snow off her shoulders and pushed the long hair back from the face. It hung loose about the thin shoulders, annoying her endlessly by flying into her eyes.
Fortunately she had not gone that far yet. But that didn't mean it was pleasant to spend her morning outdoors on the training field, with snow flurrying in erratic swirls, carried by mercurial winds as if the Inner Quarter had been turned into a snow globe shaken by some higher power. Her hands were painfully cold despite the fleece-lined gloves, and though she had been running laps around the field to warm herself up, every breath pricked the throat with icy air until she thought her lungs might be the first part to freeze. Even her tail felt warmer, hidden away beneath the bulky layers of pants and skirts as it was.
Once she felt limber enough, Maea paused to catch her breath. Gazing across the yard in search for a partner to train with, she absently dusted snow off her shoulders and pushed the long hair back from the face. It hung loose about the thin shoulders, annoying her endlessly by flying into her eyes.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
