Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Gazing at the ever growing length of garland snaking around their feet, Maea's mouth twitched with laughter. It would probably reach all the way around the room now. Or indeed be enough to hang in arches from the edge of the roof.
"Sure it can go outside. Let's finish it off and see how it will fit."
Arming them both with a roll of twine, a hammer and some nails, Maea left the garland for Hadama to wrangle and opened the door to step out into the deepfrost night. The cold bit at her skin as quiet snowflakes drifted down from the overcast sky. She had to summon fire into will-o-wisps to illuminate the roof, and leaned back to consider the edge of the roof to see what would work.
"Hm, I could fly up there and get the nails in," she suggested, "then hang it?" Not waiting for a response, she shifted into the gore crow that lived like a pale shadow in her soul, and took to the air with the unsteady enthusiasm of one who was still working on finesse. Pale as the snow, wide-winged and jubilant, it was tempting to simply keep flying and disappeared into the night. Landing so soon seemed a waste, a shame - so utilitarian and boring.
"Sure it can go outside. Let's finish it off and see how it will fit."
Arming them both with a roll of twine, a hammer and some nails, Maea left the garland for Hadama to wrangle and opened the door to step out into the deepfrost night. The cold bit at her skin as quiet snowflakes drifted down from the overcast sky. She had to summon fire into will-o-wisps to illuminate the roof, and leaned back to consider the edge of the roof to see what would work.
"Hm, I could fly up there and get the nails in," she suggested, "then hang it?" Not waiting for a response, she shifted into the gore crow that lived like a pale shadow in her soul, and took to the air with the unsteady enthusiasm of one who was still working on finesse. Pale as the snow, wide-winged and jubilant, it was tempting to simply keep flying and disappeared into the night. Landing so soon seemed a waste, a shame - so utilitarian and boring.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
