Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
The scratching of Maea's notes had Thal turning her head away in embarrassment. It was one thing to discuss her past, but another to feel like she was a mystery to be solved or a scientific subject being studied. She shifted on her stool, disguising it with another sip of her drink and a postured subtle wink to the man still ogling her from down the bar top. If she could just get through this conversation, maybe she could distract herself for the rest of the night from the developing discomfort.
Maea's own account of her transition didn't give Thal any comfort. She'd felt changed. Even violated. It hadn't just been 'awkward,' it had been wrong. Not sure how to put it into words, she just nodded her head at the Ancient's words, taking another large swig of her drink to empty the glass.
Focusing her attention on the conversation, she tried to remove her emotions, remaining clinical in the facts. "A little over a year now. I want to say two Longheats ago?" The weather had been stifling, surprising her when it didn't burn her skin. That was another hint that things had changed. That she'd changed.
Maea's own account of her transition didn't give Thal any comfort. She'd felt changed. Even violated. It hadn't just been 'awkward,' it had been wrong. Not sure how to put it into words, she just nodded her head at the Ancient's words, taking another large swig of her drink to empty the glass.
Focusing her attention on the conversation, she tried to remove her emotions, remaining clinical in the facts. "A little over a year now. I want to say two Longheats ago?" The weather had been stifling, surprising her when it didn't burn her skin. That was another hint that things had changed. That she'd changed.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
