Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
By some miracle she didn't lose her hold on the fire. It bobbed like an orange will-o-wisp in the air and followed them as Remi steered them off among the stalls. She didn't protest. Maea was glad for the arm around her, and for the chance to talk about something - anything - that didn't revolve around those screams. Gods, but she wished she never had to hear that again.
"Yeah? That's a bit surprising, given how things turned out," she mumbled, remembering their tense encounter once upon a lonesome shore. There had been no collaborations possible then - only a moment of mercy that allowed her to slip away with her life intact. It was remarkable how things had changed. "What upgrade was that?"
"Yeah? That's a bit surprising, given how things turned out," she mumbled, remembering their tense encounter once upon a lonesome shore. There had been no collaborations possible then - only a moment of mercy that allowed her to slip away with her life intact. It was remarkable how things had changed. "What upgrade was that?"
Don't walk away
