MAEA
In all honesty, she had not expected anything to happen at all. Where she sat on her heels, engrossed in thought, the stirring of the the paper wheel seemed a mere work of the tireless wind. The voice seemed sudden and she flinched so hard that her balance faltered. Unceremoniously spilling back on her ass, Maea stared at the clacking teeth, torn between laughter and tears and too many other emotions besides.
"Ludo! I missed you," was the first thing that spilled from her lips. It had been so long since the last time... a near decade, what felt like several lifetimes ago. Too much had happened between then and niw, and all the things she'd been holding back crowded on her tongue until she barely knew what to even say anymore.
"I... I'm sorry," was what won out, in the end. Shifting so that she sat on her knees before the shrine, Maea twisted her hands in her lap. "I really messed up. I failed to use my magic in moderation. I failed to learn how to flow with the river, like you once tried to tell me, and I even failed to stay properly dead. I... let the Voice lure me to her side. I hurt people out of spite. I killed Nephele. And instead of accepting death for a second time I ran stright to Dygra, without knowing what I was leaping into." Braiding pale fingers together so tightly that the knuckles reddened, the knot of painful regret and conflict a leaden weight in her chest. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore. It feels like I'm running in circles, breaking everything I touch. This.. I've become something I don't like. And I don't know how to change, or where to even begin atoning for the harm I've caused."
Breathless by the tumbling confessions, Maea gazed anxiously at the possessed skull. "Is it... Can I – do I even have the right to ask, anymore? For help, or advice, or... anything at all?"
"Ludo! I missed you," was the first thing that spilled from her lips. It had been so long since the last time... a near decade, what felt like several lifetimes ago. Too much had happened between then and niw, and all the things she'd been holding back crowded on her tongue until she barely knew what to even say anymore.
"I... I'm sorry," was what won out, in the end. Shifting so that she sat on her knees before the shrine, Maea twisted her hands in her lap. "I really messed up. I failed to use my magic in moderation. I failed to learn how to flow with the river, like you once tried to tell me, and I even failed to stay properly dead. I... let the Voice lure me to her side. I hurt people out of spite. I killed Nephele. And instead of accepting death for a second time I ran stright to Dygra, without knowing what I was leaping into." Braiding pale fingers together so tightly that the knuckles reddened, the knot of painful regret and conflict a leaden weight in her chest. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore. It feels like I'm running in circles, breaking everything I touch. This.. I've become something I don't like. And I don't know how to change, or where to even begin atoning for the harm I've caused."
Breathless by the tumbling confessions, Maea gazed anxiously at the possessed skull. "Is it... Can I – do I even have the right to ask, anymore? For help, or advice, or... anything at all?"
Nothing lasts forever
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