Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Looking down at her hands, Maea found them smudged in soot and stained orange from peeling carrots. Acknowledging Alys with a thoughtful crook of the tail, the ancient put her hands inside the cookfire to let the flames cleanse her hands. Getting tired of my own words
"It was... something I could do," she responded softly as she followed the woman's gaze to the visitors. Gazing at, or perhaps through them, whatever she saw drew on a wistful expression. "Helping is hard. It's so easy to slip up and make things worse than before. But food... I don't think food can do any harm."
Pulling her fingers from the flame, Maea stood - not that it made much of a difference in terms of height - and reached past a helper to snatch up a bowl. Spooning up a generous helping of stew, she added a hunk of freshly baked bread alongside a slice of bright yellow cheese, and extended it to Alys.
"Hello, by the way. It's... been a while, hasn't it. Are you doing okay?"
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






