Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
It had been, there was no denying it. But she wanted to leave it behind, along so many other wounds, so she merely nodded and patted his elbow to show she appreciated the sympathy. "One of these days I'll stop coming back to it," she replied, saying it like a mantra, or maybe a prayer.
Gazing at him curiously as he backtracked, Maea shook her head. "No? I've never really painted, or been around art much. Is it like a game?"
And while his answer about her suggestion was disappointing, it was more because she had liked the idea of building teams and watching connections form. Trust. Friendships. The beautiful synergy of a well tuned orchestra working together towards a common goal.
"No, it makes sense. It just seems so... lonely. And heavy. The fate of the world shouldn't be on any one person's shoulders just because a god took a liking to you. It doesn't feel fair. And it means I can't do anything to help." Which probably was the real reason for her suggestion. Maea had absolutely been picturing herself in one of those squads, working to support the others.
Taking a bite from her pie before it grew cold, she shook her head again. "Mmf - no - it's Flora, right?" Her cheek puffed up like a hamster in the attempt to eat and speak at the same time. "Your names are similar. Haven't met her, just saw her at the tournament."
Gazing at him curiously as he backtracked, Maea shook her head. "No? I've never really painted, or been around art much. Is it like a game?"
And while his answer about her suggestion was disappointing, it was more because she had liked the idea of building teams and watching connections form. Trust. Friendships. The beautiful synergy of a well tuned orchestra working together towards a common goal.
"No, it makes sense. It just seems so... lonely. And heavy. The fate of the world shouldn't be on any one person's shoulders just because a god took a liking to you. It doesn't feel fair. And it means I can't do anything to help." Which probably was the real reason for her suggestion. Maea had absolutely been picturing herself in one of those squads, working to support the others.
Taking a bite from her pie before it grew cold, she shook her head again. "Mmf - no - it's Flora, right?" Her cheek puffed up like a hamster in the attempt to eat and speak at the same time. "Your names are similar. Haven't met her, just saw her at the tournament."
Don't walk away
