// I tried to scream but my head was underwater //
Huffing a quiet laugh, she was sure he was correct. "Of course. Pots usually move on their own, it's common knowledge." Stacking the shards neatly where they could be picked up and either repaired or discarded where no one could get hurt, she was distracted by the reemergence of the little companion. A look of wonder came over her as she followed Oria's little aerial dance. Hands aching to reach out and touch her, she somehow managed to keep them to herself and only briefly cupped them beneath Oria, like a perch to settle on if she wished. "She is beautiful."
Blinking up at Remi when his hand appeared in her field of vision, she hadn't realized how absorbed she'd become. Accepting the aid as she rose, his mute welcome nearly had her breaking down. Walking into his open arms, Maea wrapped her arms around him and buried her face against his shoulder. Tension was palpable in her, breaths so shallow they hardly seemed to be there at all... and she was cold. Felt cold, compared to him, though she hadn't even realized it until just then.
"Thank you, for letting me come here," she mumbled. "I didn't know who else to turn to."
Blinking up at Remi when his hand appeared in her field of vision, she hadn't realized how absorbed she'd become. Accepting the aid as she rose, his mute welcome nearly had her breaking down. Walking into his open arms, Maea wrapped her arms around him and buried her face against his shoulder. Tension was palpable in her, breaths so shallow they hardly seemed to be there at all... and she was cold. Felt cold, compared to him, though she hadn't even realized it until just then.
"Thank you, for letting me come here," she mumbled. "I didn't know who else to turn to."
Maea
// They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter //
