Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
There was painful understanding in her eyes as Maea watched him wrestle with the knowledge he'd been given. While she had been experiencing the progression of these events from reasonably up close, he had not. She had chosen to remain around people, but he had not. And now, before any of these events resolved, she suspected that ge would have to change his ways if he was to survive much longer. Getting tired of my own words
"The only way is to try things, and learn from our mistakes," she replied simply. "Our gods are vigilant, they lend aid where they can. We have bought some time with the wards, and we uproot and decimate void tainted plants and animals where we can, to halt the spread. And we've been lucky enough to figure out that the Family might be weak to certain magical elements - gravity, and air. So you are correct, they do have weaknesses." They just didn't amount to much as the abilities were rare and took time to hone.
"I think, though, that if we band together, it will be very possible to reclaim the lands that have been lost, and keep others from being overrun. We just... do what we can. And learn as we go." And try not to succumb to despair when it felt like it wouldn't make a difference.
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
