Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Taking in the mess he'd become, she pursed her lips doubtfully. Shifting uncomfortably as he kept staring at her, Maea's gaze fell to the arm, and the blood that dribbled from the cut. Drops were falling to the ground, staining the cobbled street, and drew a small cat back towards them now that the ruckus was over.
"I'm sure you will. Show me anyway? I might be able to help." If he allowed her to, of course. Never would Maea push magic onto someone who might prefer to keep their scars. She had known more than one such idiot in the past, and would not repeat some of the mistakes she had made then.
"I'm sure you will. Show me anyway? I might be able to help." If he allowed her to, of course. Never would Maea push magic onto someone who might prefer to keep their scars. She had known more than one such idiot in the past, and would not repeat some of the mistakes she had made then.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
