Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
She had been trying, Maea wanted to argue. She had been doing her best... but that hadn't gotten her anywhere. She didn't say anything, though. One by one the dragons that circled her dissolved until only a single amorphous orb of flame remained, hovering just close enough to offer some warmth. The light painted her face in ruddy hues, casting erratic shadows that made it hard to tell what she was thinking. Though they were of a height, Maea had the impression that Thalassa seemed taller than before; stronger, perhaps, or at least more sure of herself. Getting tired of my own words
"Alright," she replied quietly, strangely compliant; there was none of her usual counter arguments. It never helped, anyway. What harm could it do to let someone else decide her course for a while? "No running. I'll try... whatever you think will help. And sure I can help you train..." She looked about, taking in the docks and the ice crusted ocean, the bleak winter light and the sparse crowd moving by. "We can start right away, if you would like." No time like the present, right?
Shrugging off her pack, it thudded to the ground by her feet and with a jerk of her head, the hood was cast off of pale horns, setting salty locks free to whip and tangle in the frigid wind. A simple shift in stance was all it took to transform the slender figure, from weary to alert and wary, ready for anything.
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
