Oh, you say you have to fall apart to really be someone
The ship was undergoing repairs. A wait that should have spanned only hours had been extended to a day, maybe more, and Maea found herself stranded in Stormbreak yet again. More than a little uneasy about the city she avoided the shops and the market places, steered clear of seedier parts of town and opted instead to withdraw towards the edges, where the ground literally ended and fell away into a vista of sea and sky. Picking her way along the rim of the isle, the act of climbing rocks and focusing on where she placed her feet offered a welcome break from the unpleasant thoughts that had plagued her over the past few days.
It could have been peaceful. But then a figure came into view, familiar in height and stature and silhouetted against the horizon; one that had her stomach lurch uneasily. Maea actually stopped and considered turning around rather than face Deimos. Not too long ago she really might have, too. But she'd made a promise to herself not to run away from unpleasant things anymore. No doubt she'd been spotted already, which really... only left one option she could stomach.
Approaching slowly, with the kind of grim determination reserved for dentists and teachers appointments, she stopped for a moment to pick up a stone so she could busy her hands with something. Errant winds caught her hair and whipped it about her face; impatiently Maea pushed it back behind an ear.
"Deimos," she acknowledged, once she'd come within hailing distance. Who knew; maybe that was all it took of courtesy. Maybe she was wrong in thinking this wouldn't be a pleasant encounter. Pessimism ran deep in her, as many people had pointed out over the years.
It could have been peaceful. But then a figure came into view, familiar in height and stature and silhouetted against the horizon; one that had her stomach lurch uneasily. Maea actually stopped and considered turning around rather than face Deimos. Not too long ago she really might have, too. But she'd made a promise to herself not to run away from unpleasant things anymore. No doubt she'd been spotted already, which really... only left one option she could stomach.
Approaching slowly, with the kind of grim determination reserved for dentists and teachers appointments, she stopped for a moment to pick up a stone so she could busy her hands with something. Errant winds caught her hair and whipped it about her face; impatiently Maea pushed it back behind an ear.
"Deimos," she acknowledged, once she'd come within hailing distance. Who knew; maybe that was all it took of courtesy. Maybe she was wrong in thinking this wouldn't be a pleasant encounter. Pessimism ran deep in her, as many people had pointed out over the years.
