Maea
You think killing is hard?
Try healing something. That is hard.
Try healing something. That is hard.
A skyship was making anchor on the far side of the harbor. The docks were alive with workers loading and unloading cargo while a handful of passengers dispersed. Merchants mostly, with entourage of servants and guards, they were bound for the taverns and inns of the port city, and for the offices of people much like themselves who made a living off trade. It would be a few hours until the ship set off again for the Inner Quarter, and most seemed intent on making the most of this chance to stretch legs and settle uneasy stomachs.
Maea tugged the hood in place over her horns and meandered off along the pier, unsure whether she wanted to take advantage of this chance for an easy ride. The thought of returning home already made her uneasy, and as she scuffed her boots along the frozen ground the thought grudginly that Remi may have been right after all. It wasn't much of a home anymore if she dreaded returning to it. Only silence awaited anyway. Ophelia had been as absent as she for months, she was not on speaking terms with neither Danta nor with Asta, and the guild she swore to maintain had gone bankrupt for lack of leadership. Or interest. No, truth be told, the threads binding her to the Grounds were thin at best these days, and she kept coming back out of habit, nostalgia, because she didn't know where else to go.
Sighing, she kindled a flight of dragons to accompany her. Weaving around her in easy loops of dazzling flame they kept the worst of the bite from the air, and kept her mind from sinking too deep into brooding. Another was doing much the same as they approached from another part of the docks, and Maea thought nothing of it. Not until they were almost level, about to pass one another by, and she realized with a shock that the figure was familiar. More than that - how the hadn't picked out Thalassa from far away was inconcievable.
And it was far too late to turn away now.
Maea tugged the hood in place over her horns and meandered off along the pier, unsure whether she wanted to take advantage of this chance for an easy ride. The thought of returning home already made her uneasy, and as she scuffed her boots along the frozen ground the thought grudginly that Remi may have been right after all. It wasn't much of a home anymore if she dreaded returning to it. Only silence awaited anyway. Ophelia had been as absent as she for months, she was not on speaking terms with neither Danta nor with Asta, and the guild she swore to maintain had gone bankrupt for lack of leadership. Or interest. No, truth be told, the threads binding her to the Grounds were thin at best these days, and she kept coming back out of habit, nostalgia, because she didn't know where else to go.
Sighing, she kindled a flight of dragons to accompany her. Weaving around her in easy loops of dazzling flame they kept the worst of the bite from the air, and kept her mind from sinking too deep into brooding. Another was doing much the same as they approached from another part of the docks, and Maea thought nothing of it. Not until they were almost level, about to pass one another by, and she realized with a shock that the figure was familiar. More than that - how the hadn't picked out Thalassa from far away was inconcievable.
And it was far too late to turn away now.
You can break something in two seconds
But it can take forever to fix it
But it can take forever to fix it
