Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Nodding, she guided a lick of fire to the feather as well. A scent of burning keratine spread as the soft down blackened and curled in on itself. The steel did not melt so easily however; it merely glowed at the edges and tried to fuse itself to the rubies.
"The offering," Maea elaborated, keeping her gaze on the smoldering sacrifices. "It's just so different from anything I'm used to. It's like... I'm continuously reminded of how little I know of the time you come from. Sometimes it makes me feel a bit left out. Mostly I get the feeling that I should be acting very differently from how I am." Between him, Danta and Charlie there was this other kind of sense for what was right and normal, that was both alluring and repelling at the same time.
"The offering," Maea elaborated, keeping her gaze on the smoldering sacrifices. "It's just so different from anything I'm used to. It's like... I'm continuously reminded of how little I know of the time you come from. Sometimes it makes me feel a bit left out. Mostly I get the feeling that I should be acting very differently from how I am." Between him, Danta and Charlie there was this other kind of sense for what was right and normal, that was both alluring and repelling at the same time.
It's just your shadow on the floor
