Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Selecting a spot more or less at random, Maea picked her way around rocks and found a spot of soil that seemed flat enough to support a tree. Digging her fingers beneath moss and grass and lifting out a section of it, she plopped one of the seed pods down and hastily covered it again. It was hasty, shoddy, not at all the kind of care and attention she had wanted to put into the act, but with someone watching her Maea only felt stressed and questioned, expecting to be told once again that she was doing something wrong.
"I am now." She really wasn't, but what else was she supposed to say? "I'll be going back on foot... Hope you get good flying weather, wherever you're headed next." Whether that be fair skies or a thunderstorm to Melita was hard to tell, and it didn't strike Maea as being any of her business. Managing a smile as she turned back towards the demigod, she waved hastily and was already turning away before she'd seen if she got a return goodbye or not.
If this was running away, she couldn't find it in herself to care. Unable to stand herself and even less able to withstand others, it didn't seem to matter much where she went or what she did - the knotted ball of anxiety in her chest kept lingering, and she was increasingly at a loss for what to do with it.
[Fin]
"I am now." She really wasn't, but what else was she supposed to say? "I'll be going back on foot... Hope you get good flying weather, wherever you're headed next." Whether that be fair skies or a thunderstorm to Melita was hard to tell, and it didn't strike Maea as being any of her business. Managing a smile as she turned back towards the demigod, she waved hastily and was already turning away before she'd seen if she got a return goodbye or not.
If this was running away, she couldn't find it in herself to care. Unable to stand herself and even less able to withstand others, it didn't seem to matter much where she went or what she did - the knotted ball of anxiety in her chest kept lingering, and she was increasingly at a loss for what to do with it.
[Fin]
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
