She came drifting in on a winter wind, pale as snow and free from most burdens that used to drag her down. Maea had left those behind in the Inner Quarter along with her bag. To say that she was in a good mood would be an understatement, but it wasn't as though she felt dreadfully bad either. Like the frozen landscape stretching out below her, her emotions felt mostly distant, and a bit numb. That kind of hollow and empty that came after a good cry.
Spying Thalassa like a dark blotch against the bright snow, the albinistic gore crow lowered herself down in ever tightening circles. When she was still a few spans from the ground it shimmered and changed, turning into the small woman's thin form. Falling down from the sky, she sunk almost knee deep into the drifts and staggered forward, unsteady and teetering on the brink of falling over; it was only some graceless flailing that saved her from plunging head first into the snow. But even that was an improvement. She just might stick a good landing soon.
"Hello Thalassa," she greeted, while dusting off her clothes. "It's nice to see you again." The long skirts of her dress only proved a minor hindrance as she strained to close the distance; the armored garment was becoming like a second skin for Maea, she felt naked and strange any time she wasn't wearing it.
Spying Thalassa like a dark blotch against the bright snow, the albinistic gore crow lowered herself down in ever tightening circles. When she was still a few spans from the ground it shimmered and changed, turning into the small woman's thin form. Falling down from the sky, she sunk almost knee deep into the drifts and staggered forward, unsteady and teetering on the brink of falling over; it was only some graceless flailing that saved her from plunging head first into the snow. But even that was an improvement. She just might stick a good landing soon.
"Hello Thalassa," she greeted, while dusting off her clothes. "It's nice to see you again." The long skirts of her dress only proved a minor hindrance as she strained to close the distance; the armored garment was becoming like a second skin for Maea, she felt naked and strange any time she wasn't wearing it.
Maea
Just a glimpse of truth
