The air was crisp and dry, stinging the throat and drawing tears to her eyes. It felt good. Even though it was cold, even though she knew from painful experience how quickly this could go from a refreshing sprint into an emergency requiring blood or fire to thaw out a petrified digit, it reminded Maea of how much she had loved winters in the past. That her sensitivity towards the cold had doubled or even tripled had seemed like a barrier too vast to overcome - but perhaps that just wasn't true. Maybe she really could love a thing even though her ability to touch it had diminished.
Thalassa put on a burst of speed, easily overtaking Maea as they reached the hill. This was where skirts became an issue, because no matter how she tried to avoid it, she kept stepping on the hem and nearly falling over. Forced to pick up the skirts and carry them in hand, she had lagged behind a bit but tried doggedly to keep up. Perhaps once they reached the crest of the rise, she would be able to close the distance that was opening up between them.
Thalassa put on a burst of speed, easily overtaking Maea as they reached the hill. This was where skirts became an issue, because no matter how she tried to avoid it, she kept stepping on the hem and nearly falling over. Forced to pick up the skirts and carry them in hand, she had lagged behind a bit but tried doggedly to keep up. Perhaps once they reached the crest of the rise, she would be able to close the distance that was opening up between them.
Maea
Just a glimpse of truth
