Maea
My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on the limb
Was this what a horse felt like in its first handling? This wary and sceptical, not entirely trusting the gentle coaxing as the full purpose of the experience had yet to be understood? It wasn't that she was afraid, exactly, but rather that she couldn't quite shed the feeling of stepping out onto a very slippery slope as she knelt by the priestess and the sow.
Scratching the pig behind an ear to distract from the pricking of the knife, Maea nodded. Ready or not, waiting wouldn't make her any more certain about this. And she was hungry. Ravenous. That part of her wouldn't be denied a chance to eat, no matter what the steps towards satiety looked like.
"Go ahead," she murmured, prepared to hold her hands out and observe the symbols so that she could replicate them later.
Scratching the pig behind an ear to distract from the pricking of the knife, Maea nodded. Ready or not, waiting wouldn't make her any more certain about this. And she was hungry. Ravenous. That part of her wouldn't be denied a chance to eat, no matter what the steps towards satiety looked like.
"Go ahead," she murmured, prepared to hold her hands out and observe the symbols so that she could replicate them later.
And I remember thinking — I want to be like them
