[Training] I'm just bad at healing

"If I could fly I would never come back", you said

There had been a time when Maea enjoyed fighting. When she longed for power, strength, and would have been green with envy over Thalassa's draconic form. It was so much sleeker than the crow, all tooth and scale and voracious hunger – what's not to like about that?
The Maea of right now was tired of fighting. Afraid of the consequences that could, might, maybe come if she embraced such dark and dangerous urges as those that filteredthrough her mind. Sick and tired of feeling and inflicting pain on herself, on others, tired of the constant churning in her head that never stopped, it seemed she was the only one who couldn't seem to find peace with who and what she was. And it sucked.

The bird didn't go through with the attack. Faced with the prospect of teeth it swerved aside, closing the razor sharp talons that were perfectly capable of slicing through even dragon scale and circled around, beating wings pushing her higher into the air. Not exactly out of reach, but if Thalassa wanted to train further she would have to work for it. As far as Maea was concerned she had honored her side of the deal; she never promised to use the damned magic more than once.

Maea