[SE] six feet under, diggin' down my heart

Maea

I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear

Humming thoughtfully, she considered her relation with the masked herald as the little dragon came circling down. Breathing out a soft sigh of longing as it landed on Melita's shoulder, Maea folded pale fingers into the soft skirt to keep herself from attempting to touch it.
"For my part... it has been a good experience," she admitted. "Out of all the gods and heralds, Ludo was the first to answer my prayers. For a long time, it was the only one of the Old gods that I turned to." Finding a smooth piece of rock, she wiped sand and sediment off it and turned it over in her hands. "I would say that my biggest regret is accepting the Voice's offer to come back to life... if only because I effectively turned my back on everything Ludo and Mort stands for."

Lost in thought for a moment, she eventually shrugged and glanced over at the red headed girl. "What about you? Do you enjoy your new life as a demigod? Remi seemed relieved to let go of his duties... have you been given any?" It wasn't jealousy, exactly. More of a wistful wondering, if she would have been in the Honeybee's shoes now, had she made better choices.

Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!