Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Tal's voice cut through the blood-drunk haze that had settled over her mind, bringing her back to the present with a snap. Shuddering and grimacing against the pain in her leg, Maea carefully unwound her arm from the rope as the ship ceased stomping quite so fiercely. Rounding wide eyed sailors and doing her best to ignore the occasionally wild stares they gave her, she limped her way towards the thrashing encantado - or what should have been one. Getting tired of my own words
"I truly wish we could purge them of the taint instead of killing them." she muttered, standing back with her own weapon at the ready in case the Messenger's dagger wasn't enough to finish the creature off. "Having to decimate entire populations just because they caught the taint - that's just..." Shaking her head, words failed her.
Looking around to find Thalassa in the milling chaos of the deck, she found her past Talyson's shoulder, hauling at the line just like any sailor might. Nodding to herself, Maea said nothing about it - but quietly she was incredibly proud to find the Captain willing to do exactly the same things she asked of others. Not that her esteem had been low in Maea's eyes, but it was definitely rising here.
Maea stands by with her chakram, ready to finish off the Delphinid if Tal's dagger doesn't.
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
