Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Not about to argue given that Alys surely knew herself best, Maea only nodded. Setting her own bowl aside to deal with later, she rose and followed the seer to the table. Pulling the hood up over her hair to keep herself warm, she made herself comfortable, watching with interest as the deck was shuffled. Getting tired of my own words
"How does this work?" Maea wondered. "Is it magic or spirits, or...? I'm not too familiar with fortune telling." Different from conversing with ghosts or gods, it intrigued her as the arcane always had. Once she had been of a mind to study it at the Academy in Halo. These days, though, she was simply grateful to be connected to it at all whether it was through fire, healing or even the minor corrosion she could afflict upon matter.
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
