Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
"Oh yeah, I'm fine." Humoring his scrutiny, she pulled down the scarf to show him the fading bruise on her neck. It had looked like lightning at one point, or roots that spread from a pair of puncture marks the spider had made. But though some of the marbling remained any effects were long gone, and it didn't hurt anymore. "A friend - Talyson - had a ring that healed me. Don't recommend the high that came with the bite though. It wasn't fun." The nightmares lasted far longer than the venom, not to mention the jumpy anxiety of seeing things in the periphery of her vision. She'd had to double check a few times that there really wasn't anything lurking just out of view.
"That's unfortunate. I find it fascinating, honestly. Outworld languages, traditions, different magical laws and systems - sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if the portals had gone two ways. Being a Loreseeker would have had a completely different meaning than it does now. All the urgency of understanding this world has gone, it seems. All that's left is politics... and another war." That never changed, apparently, and it was one thing all the worlds she'd heard of had in common. Someone was always fighting somewhere.
"That's unfortunate. I find it fascinating, honestly. Outworld languages, traditions, different magical laws and systems - sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if the portals had gone two ways. Being a Loreseeker would have had a completely different meaning than it does now. All the urgency of understanding this world has gone, it seems. All that's left is politics... and another war." That never changed, apparently, and it was one thing all the worlds she'd heard of had in common. Someone was always fighting somewhere.
Don't walk away
