Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Would she do that to a friend? Get his hopes up only to dash them just as quickly? Laughing at his enthusiasm, Maea made a note to return later with the Maverick so he could wrestle sheep to his hearts content. "Alright, once the portal is ready," she promised cheerfully. Getting tired of my own words
Now, whether the topic of magic was more important than not, it certainly sparked far more interest in her. A gleam entered her gaze as she considered, hope surging at the notion that fire and destruction might not be the extent of their gifts.
"It would be nice, if it were true... I might try looking into that." If Danta didn't know, perhaps Charlie might. Or she could try asking Dygra herself. An old longing was rearing its head, painful and driving; perhaps she could still regain some of the potential she had squandered in the past. Perhaps it was not too late.
Drawn back to the immediate present by Danta's suggestion, she saw that he was right. Now that the tiger was gone the heard had reassembled and was approaching them with tossing heads and gleaming eyes, looking feisty in the absence of immediate danger. It would have been funny if she hadn't seen them clash together with enough force to send the echo flying for miles around.
"Ah, mhm. Good idea."
Shifting with some difficulty, it was a well fed crow that launched back into the air and veered off towards a lava vent to gain some lift. She hoped the dragon would have found somewhere else to be; it would be a while before she could do anything more than soar lazily towards the spot where the skyships used to land.
[Fin] <3
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
