Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Hidden within a crevice, her back pressed against the rock wall, Maea felt a twinge of guilt. Did he think her dead? Or was he really concerned enough about her well being that the mer felt compelled to beseech a god to look out for her? It was true that she had kept out of sight since the incident in the desert, but she had thought the dramatic scene of Remi and Ronin resucitating her by the fountain would have spread. But perhaps not. Getting tired of my own words
Drawing a soundless breath, she caught her tail in her hands and picked at a scab, considering her options. It had been habit that drove her to hide when footsteps approached the Cathedral, but now it felt more and more like eavesdropping. For all that their last conversation had ended poorly, Hadama didn't deserve that. Nor did he deserve the kind of worry that caused him to bend his head like that. Not over such a petty reason as wanting to avoid more trouble.
"Dunno if you know this," she murmured, voice whispering hoarse from vocal cords rarely strained, "but Dygra isn't exactly about peace." Pushing away from the wall, she emerged from the shadows of the far end of the vast chamber. Fiery motes of light spring up like fireflies around her, caught on her hair as she pulled down the hood of the cloak and shook it out of the collar. "Not sure there is such a thing to be found in this world."
Approaching the altar, Maea cast only a cursory glance at the rubies before halting, her gaze traveling the familiar figure before her. "Hello, Hadama. Long time no see."
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
