// I tried to scream but my head was underwater //
The season of Flowerbirth in Torchline meant rain. Overcast skies, roiling clouds occasionally chased far enough apart to reveal brilliantly blue skies and a scorching sun, and then more rain as the winds died down. Steely waters chopped and thrashed at the abuse and the only birds around for miles were the waterproof ones. Maea had tried to test her feathers against the weather, but quickly gave up the idea and settled for purchasing an umbrella. The efficacy of it was debatable. The air was so humid that her clothes felt perpetually soaked no matter what she did, and her normally straight hair had bloomed into frizzy curls she didn't even know she possessed.
Wandering towards the houseboat as the day neared the noon hour to meet up with Remi, she found the rain very much befitting her mood. As dull and dreary as the wet haze lingering over the ocean, her gaze slid over the beautiful boat with its overgrown vegetation and cheerful colors without quite absorbing any of it. It looked... homely? Nice? though not in any way that made her desire it for herself. In all fairness, Maea wasn't sure what home even looked for her anymore. Not a farm in the hill country, nor a cottage near the city, it wasn't quite a dungeon office in the Atheneum nor a guildmaster's room in a hall she had barely even set foot in. And she was growing increasingly certain that it probably wasn't going to be the Dusklight either... though the thought sent stabs of misery through her so strong that she had to keep re-examining that thought. Over and over, bewildered at the reasons that kept changing every time.
Making it onto the boat, she found a door that looked like the proper entry point, and rapped her knuckles lightly against the wood. Stepping back while waiting for a response, she brushed what sand and dirt she could from the hem of her gown, listening to the pitter patter of water against the waxed surface of the umbrella.
Wandering towards the houseboat as the day neared the noon hour to meet up with Remi, she found the rain very much befitting her mood. As dull and dreary as the wet haze lingering over the ocean, her gaze slid over the beautiful boat with its overgrown vegetation and cheerful colors without quite absorbing any of it. It looked... homely? Nice? though not in any way that made her desire it for herself. In all fairness, Maea wasn't sure what home even looked for her anymore. Not a farm in the hill country, nor a cottage near the city, it wasn't quite a dungeon office in the Atheneum nor a guildmaster's room in a hall she had barely even set foot in. And she was growing increasingly certain that it probably wasn't going to be the Dusklight either... though the thought sent stabs of misery through her so strong that she had to keep re-examining that thought. Over and over, bewildered at the reasons that kept changing every time.
Making it onto the boat, she found a door that looked like the proper entry point, and rapped her knuckles lightly against the wood. Stepping back while waiting for a response, she brushed what sand and dirt she could from the hem of her gown, listening to the pitter patter of water against the waxed surface of the umbrella.
Maea
// They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter //
