Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
A crystalline note shimmered into the air and lingered as Danta drank to his sanity ir lack thereof. Maea joined him, draining her glass in a deep draught. Only the shake of her hand made her reach for the pitcher instead of the bottle; the water was cool and eased the tightness in her throat, if not the chest.
"Well you're doing an excellent job of it," she told him fiercely, a growing streak of strange protectiveness taking over once the shock began to wear off. The drink loosened her tongue, spilling sentiments the probably wouldn't give voice to otherwise. "Even if anyone would wake, I'd like to see them try to do anything to you - they'd wish they never woke up."
"Well you're doing an excellent job of it," she told him fiercely, a growing streak of strange protectiveness taking over once the shock began to wear off. The drink loosened her tongue, spilling sentiments the probably wouldn't give voice to otherwise. "Even if anyone would wake, I'd like to see them try to do anything to you - they'd wish they never woke up."
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
