// somebody told me that there's two sides to this life //
Shouldering her bag with a nod of goodbye, Maea turned to leave. She didn't like cutting this off so abruptly, but the way Asta was looking, she didn't think there was any point trying to carry on a debate. But she had barely taken three steps when a noise behind her caused her to turn. Catching the tail end of Asta's transformation, the large fyrhund tore off along the street, leaving the pyre and the piles behind.
"Asta! Wait!" Staring after him in bewildered confusion, Maea looked wildly about - for the ship, for someone to explain what had gone wrong - but no one showed up to conveniently take over. Tossing her bag with a curse, she shifted too, shimmering into the pale form of the molten tiger and set off after the black hound. Out of the town, off into the wilderness, she pursued him with grim determination until she was sure there would be no confusing his tracks with anyone else's. Only then did she slow down the pace; there was no point making him feel chased.
Not for the life of her could she understand what she meant to accomplish here. It seemed the only thing she was really good at was making problems, and nothing they'd said here had changed his or her stance. And yet... for all that she was pissed off and hurt and at her wits end... that was her friend, running like his tail was cased in ice. And she cared.
Fuck it to all Outlander hells, but she fucking cared.
"Asta! Wait!" Staring after him in bewildered confusion, Maea looked wildly about - for the ship, for someone to explain what had gone wrong - but no one showed up to conveniently take over. Tossing her bag with a curse, she shifted too, shimmering into the pale form of the molten tiger and set off after the black hound. Out of the town, off into the wilderness, she pursued him with grim determination until she was sure there would be no confusing his tracks with anyone else's. Only then did she slow down the pace; there was no point making him feel chased.
Not for the life of her could she understand what she meant to accomplish here. It seemed the only thing she was really good at was making problems, and nothing they'd said here had changed his or her stance. And yet... for all that she was pissed off and hurt and at her wits end... that was her friend, running like his tail was cased in ice. And she cared.
Fuck it to all Outlander hells, but she fucking cared.
Maea
// I think I might've chosen darkness over light //
