Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Drawing herself away from the more crowded areas of the port in an attempt to get away from the lingering eyes, Maea steered her path towards the narrow alleys that wound around storage warehouses. She didn't see that glances were passed among a handful of unsavory looking dock workers, nor that they casually fell in behind her.
She only realized that she had been followed when dragging footsteps echoed against the towering walls of the buildings. Sighing to herself, she picked up the pace thinking the street would open up again once she had passed the warehouses. But instead what she found was a vast, sprawling warren of pathways just wide enough for a cart, here and there interspersed with turnabouts and an endless amount of locked doors, jutting rooftops that blocked out the sky and windowless walls.
Hoping to avoid an altercation, she tried to lose the pursuers by making a few sharp turns. But all she accomplished was to bring herself into a dead end.
She only realized that she had been followed when dragging footsteps echoed against the towering walls of the buildings. Sighing to herself, she picked up the pace thinking the street would open up again once she had passed the warehouses. But instead what she found was a vast, sprawling warren of pathways just wide enough for a cart, here and there interspersed with turnabouts and an endless amount of locked doors, jutting rooftops that blocked out the sky and windowless walls.
Hoping to avoid an altercation, she tried to lose the pursuers by making a few sharp turns. But all she accomplished was to bring herself into a dead end.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
