"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
It was not so easy to just pick up and leave as she wished. Over the weeks and months, this place had slowly turned back into a home. The winding rivers, the rolling hills, the deep forests and wild coast - it was nothing like she remembered it, and yet so enchantingly familiar that it took her breath away. Halfway to the port to catch a ship away from the galling reminders that she'd gained things too valuable to lose, she tossed her pack behind a rock by the roadside and took to the sky. Gore crows didn't cry, and out here there was no one around to hear the way she screamed her rage and pain against an uncaring sky. Fuck her. Fuck him. Fuck everyone, and herself too.
It wasn't that she cared about losing her job. She'd taken whatever was offered. It was how she'd done her best, and what she thought was right, and still fucked everything up. Again. Again. Again.
Careening across the sky, flying as fast as she could until a burn that wasn't anger started up in her muscles. Unwittingly she had come a long way into the brambles, and by the time she had calmed enough to take note of her surroundings, there was only snow-clad forest for miles in every direction. On the ground, half-covered by bushes and trees, something dark was moving through the gloam. Something that gleamed, in a hue she'd come to associate with void-fuckery.
Narrowing her beady sapphire eyes, the crow dipped a wing into the wind and circled slowly downward to follow the creature. On closer inspection it looked like nothing she'd ever seen in these parts before - though it vaguely sparked a recollection of a young companion whose bonded she'd rather not think about at all - and that only raised her suspicion further. Either it was an attuned, or it was trouble. Possibly both.
And fuck her, but whether employed by his highness the shitlord of the Grounds or not, Maea wasn't going to let Void roam freely. Not on her watch. She began to follow it from above, like the opportunistic bird she was supposed to be.
It wasn't that she cared about losing her job. She'd taken whatever was offered. It was how she'd done her best, and what she thought was right, and still fucked everything up. Again. Again. Again.
Careening across the sky, flying as fast as she could until a burn that wasn't anger started up in her muscles. Unwittingly she had come a long way into the brambles, and by the time she had calmed enough to take note of her surroundings, there was only snow-clad forest for miles in every direction. On the ground, half-covered by bushes and trees, something dark was moving through the gloam. Something that gleamed, in a hue she'd come to associate with void-fuckery.
Narrowing her beady sapphire eyes, the crow dipped a wing into the wind and circled slowly downward to follow the creature. On closer inspection it looked like nothing she'd ever seen in these parts before - though it vaguely sparked a recollection of a young companion whose bonded she'd rather not think about at all - and that only raised her suspicion further. Either it was an attuned, or it was trouble. Possibly both.
And fuck her, but whether employed by his highness the shitlord of the Grounds or not, Maea wasn't going to let Void roam freely. Not on her watch. She began to follow it from above, like the opportunistic bird she was supposed to be.
Maea
