Pleased, if a bit bashful in the face of the woman's exuberance, Maea nodded and murmured something like 'maybe I will then, thanks' only to immediately backtrack and brand her forever as Elizabeth in her mind. "I'm a loreseeker," she revealed, with a lopsided grin. "Normally I dig through libraries and explore forgotten places for lost history... It didn't feel like too much of a stretch to narrow it down to one person's history." She didn't mind the interest towards her work, but given that it was a private matter for Thalassa, she skimped on the details as she explained what she had been doing so far. Backtracking the current history to find some clue on where to begin searching in earnest, as well as cross-referencing with missing person's reports and hospital records. There were some gaping holes left, alas.
"I have yet to speak to the merfolk," she sighed, "and there's still Stormbreak, King's End and Halo to search... and at least two of those will be giving me a good amount of grief." Far more than she could accomplish in one go, especially since she had other work to attend to. But it was a start.
Then it was her turn to perk up with interest gleaming in pale eyes. Reaching for her bowl of stew, she sifted through the now cold sauce for the pieces of meat and considered what she knew. "That is a form of mind healing, is it not? I hear it's big in Stormbreak and growing in other regions... I grew up in the Grounds, don't recall there being many, if any at all." Certainly they would have been rounded up and branded healers, and been overworked in a place where trauma and tragedy was more common than joy. "Do you see patients, or is it a theoretical pursuit?"
"I have yet to speak to the merfolk," she sighed, "and there's still Stormbreak, King's End and Halo to search... and at least two of those will be giving me a good amount of grief." Far more than she could accomplish in one go, especially since she had other work to attend to. But it was a start.
Then it was her turn to perk up with interest gleaming in pale eyes. Reaching for her bowl of stew, she sifted through the now cold sauce for the pieces of meat and considered what she knew. "That is a form of mind healing, is it not? I hear it's big in Stormbreak and growing in other regions... I grew up in the Grounds, don't recall there being many, if any at all." Certainly they would have been rounded up and branded healers, and been overworked in a place where trauma and tragedy was more common than joy. "Do you see patients, or is it a theoretical pursuit?"
Maea
Just a glimpse of truth
