Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
"Oh, I see. Helpful, you say... does he have any experience with research?" Thinking of the student whose ghost she'd helped to exorcise, it wasn't without a certain trepidation Maea considered the stranger. Eager young people had a tendency to get themselves into trouble, she knew that from painful experience.
News about the completed barrier had her brighten with relief. "That's really good news," she smiled, letting out a breath. "I'm sure you saw when passing through the Inner Quarter, but ours is completed too. Not sure what I think of the red tint of the sky so far, but it's a good sight better than sleeping in fear of the void." The cottage lay just within the barrier, thankfully, but a good deal of farms and vills did not. The Grounds was too big to ward as a whole, no matter how she wished otherwise.
Tying off a section of the wreath, Maea began to tidy up the branches and filled in any spots that looked thin or barren. Bending it so that the ends met, she wove the strands together and tied it off with more rope, then reached for a ribbon to add a pop of color to the green.
"Her name is Ophelia. She's an ancient too, and an albino, just like me. Apparently we've lived within a stone's throw of each other for most of our lives without ever realizing the other existed." A touch of excitement entered her voice, and her smile was a soft thing. "She's nice. Far freer in her ways than me - makes me realize how uptight I am in some ways."
Tying a bow on the ribbon, she set the finished wreath aside to start on another.
News about the completed barrier had her brighten with relief. "That's really good news," she smiled, letting out a breath. "I'm sure you saw when passing through the Inner Quarter, but ours is completed too. Not sure what I think of the red tint of the sky so far, but it's a good sight better than sleeping in fear of the void." The cottage lay just within the barrier, thankfully, but a good deal of farms and vills did not. The Grounds was too big to ward as a whole, no matter how she wished otherwise.
Tying off a section of the wreath, Maea began to tidy up the branches and filled in any spots that looked thin or barren. Bending it so that the ends met, she wove the strands together and tied it off with more rope, then reached for a ribbon to add a pop of color to the green.
"Her name is Ophelia. She's an ancient too, and an albino, just like me. Apparently we've lived within a stone's throw of each other for most of our lives without ever realizing the other existed." A touch of excitement entered her voice, and her smile was a soft thing. "She's nice. Far freer in her ways than me - makes me realize how uptight I am in some ways."
Tying a bow on the ribbon, she set the finished wreath aside to start on another.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
