Maea
You think killing is hard?
Try healing something. That is hard.
Try healing something. That is hard.
The sound of her name brought her to a halt. Shoulder to shoulder, nearly close enough to touch, the pale ancient gazed at the path and the trail of footprints in the snow. Her hands shook as she fumbled for the edges of the cloak, pulling it tighter about herself.
"Mh. Ah... Hi, Thalassa." Clearing her throat, Maea turned slowly to face the young woman. Heart racing, her thoughts had scattered like startled minnows before the looming presence of a pike and the felt herself bracing, tensing, ready for some storm to break upon her. A blow, a tongue lashing, scorn and derision perhaps - whatever it would be, she was ready.
Maea thought she had earned it. For the silence, for nearly killing Thalassa, for never making good on her promise to uncover her past... there was a lot to atone for.
"Mh. Ah... Hi, Thalassa." Clearing her throat, Maea turned slowly to face the young woman. Heart racing, her thoughts had scattered like startled minnows before the looming presence of a pike and the felt herself bracing, tensing, ready for some storm to break upon her. A blow, a tongue lashing, scorn and derision perhaps - whatever it would be, she was ready.
Maea thought she had earned it. For the silence, for nearly killing Thalassa, for never making good on her promise to uncover her past... there was a lot to atone for.
You can break something in two seconds
But it can take forever to fix it
But it can take forever to fix it
