Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
North of the northernmost bridge of bone lay the end of the world as she had once known it. Where once a barren scar had carved the border between the Hollowed Grounds - and the barrier long before that - a straight now flowed, shallow enough that she could see rocks and stretches of shadowed reefs yet probably deep enough to sail a vessel through if the keep wasn't too deep.
Bundled up against a strong wind that had yet to pick up much warmth, Maea scrabbled across a pile of driftwood towards the far edge of a cliff. Grateful for the counterbalance offered by her tail, she leaned out along the coast and gazed off towards the far horizons to both east and west, and nodded with a pleased little grin to herself; this had to be the northernmost point of the region. Which meant, she thought while turning around, that anything below this point should be a good point to plant her seed. Right on the edge of the sea didn't feel like the most ultimate spot - too windy, too salty, not enough shelter - but it was a good place to set out from.
Humming to herself, glad to be on her own for a while, she began to pick her way off along the coast, keeping an eye out for void taint and aggressive critters along the way. The weather was nice, sunny and windswept; and maybe she was due a bit of relaxation after everything that had been going on lately.
Bundled up against a strong wind that had yet to pick up much warmth, Maea scrabbled across a pile of driftwood towards the far edge of a cliff. Grateful for the counterbalance offered by her tail, she leaned out along the coast and gazed off towards the far horizons to both east and west, and nodded with a pleased little grin to herself; this had to be the northernmost point of the region. Which meant, she thought while turning around, that anything below this point should be a good point to plant her seed. Right on the edge of the sea didn't feel like the most ultimate spot - too windy, too salty, not enough shelter - but it was a good place to set out from.
Humming to herself, glad to be on her own for a while, she began to pick her way off along the coast, keeping an eye out for void taint and aggressive critters along the way. The weather was nice, sunny and windswept; and maybe she was due a bit of relaxation after everything that had been going on lately.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
