Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
The skyship remained under repair. The greatmast had been felled, all the ropes and sails removed and from front to back sailors were climbing the hull, examining every inch to effect repairs. The banging of hammers and saws, echoing shouts and the ever present whisper of wind almost drowned out the distant murmur of the city. Maea had expected to hear hels cry like they did at any port, and the lack of their shrill voices unsettled her where she sat perched on a stack of cargo. Just like her it waited to be let onto the ship - and just like her it looked like it would be a while before it would happen.
When the captain showed up to tell her for the third time that she was making the workers uneasy, she sighed and got up to waste her time somewhere else. Stubbornness could have kept her from hiding her nature, but she'd been to Stormbreak before and had grown more than a little tired of their staring. So for once she drew on a rarely used bit of magic and glamored away her horns and the whipping tail, and evened out her teeth so that not a trace remained of her 'inhuman' traits.
Doffing dust from her coat she strolled off along the harbor, dark skirts and pale white hair whispering in the wind. She still drew more than a little attention to herself, she realized; with a sigh she pulled the hood over her head, wishing for the ability to just become invisible.
When the captain showed up to tell her for the third time that she was making the workers uneasy, she sighed and got up to waste her time somewhere else. Stubbornness could have kept her from hiding her nature, but she'd been to Stormbreak before and had grown more than a little tired of their staring. So for once she drew on a rarely used bit of magic and glamored away her horns and the whipping tail, and evened out her teeth so that not a trace remained of her 'inhuman' traits.
Doffing dust from her coat she strolled off along the harbor, dark skirts and pale white hair whispering in the wind. She still drew more than a little attention to herself, she realized; with a sigh she pulled the hood over her head, wishing for the ability to just become invisible.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
