Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Coughing out a laugh in sheer surprise, Maea hastily cleared her throat and reigned herself in, unsure whether that had actually been a joke or not. "Would that it was so easy!" she replied. "Unfortunately, the only one of them we know the capabilities of somewhat happens to be stronger than our strongest demigods. It doesn't mean they are invincible of course, just.. hard to catch." Getting tired of my own words
Finishing off her pastry, she pulled a foot up on the seat of her chair and leaned her chin on the knee. Listening to Michael was like hearing her own thoughts from the past; so standoffish, so harsh and full of doubt. She was hard pressed not to grab him by the collar and shake him - it wouldn't do a lick of difference, except perhaps to satisfy her own intrusive thoughts.
"That's up to you," she shrugged. "Depends entirely on what you can do, and want to do. There are guilds that accept newcomers, occasionally the region leaders employ anyone who has time to help out with tasks, or you can start your own initiatives." Poking the mug around the table, she tried not to push anything at him, suspecting it would just get rejected. "Just saying, you don't have to like people to work together with them towards a common goal. Right now, that goal happens to be 'stop the invasion'."
Picking up the mug, she took a long, slow draft of the cider, purposely giving him time to consider if any of that sounded less than terrible.
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
