Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Sitting upright suddenly, Maea narrowed her eyes at the tall man. "I didn't tell you that," she accused. "You've been talking about me?" It wasn't really a secret, but it was jarring to realize that something she said to one person wouldn't necessarily stay there. "If Danta told you that much, I'm sure he also let slip that I became an ascended to return from the Halls of the Dead. If we're to talk about blame, I was the one who failed the gods first - why would they do anything for someone like that?"
Turning away when he began to pull his shirt off, she missed the wound on his shoulder. Folding her blanket just to have something to busy her hands with, she kept redoing it when the edges didn't align properly. "I don't know what's so great about chaos. In my experience it just means that people I know and care about get hurt or die. Blood means something else had to die. Is death that fun to you?" Did ancients not grieve? Did they not care when people disappeared from their lives?
Turning away when he began to pull his shirt off, she missed the wound on his shoulder. Folding her blanket just to have something to busy her hands with, she kept redoing it when the edges didn't align properly. "I don't know what's so great about chaos. In my experience it just means that people I know and care about get hurt or die. Blood means something else had to die. Is death that fun to you?" Did ancients not grieve? Did they not care when people disappeared from their lives?
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
