Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Too absorbed with the imagery of the cards and the message Alys interpreted to ask questions, Maea felt a chill go down the spine. More than once she glanced up at the other woman, looking more startled for each card. Either this was an extraordinary case of coincidence or there really was some type of magic at play; how else could randomly selected cards paint such an accurate portrait over her current situation? It was uncanny. Even if the message was general enough to speak to anyone - who wasn't shaped by their past, entangled in poor habits and in need of adjusting their way of living? - it still fit too perfectly for her not to take notice. Getting tired of my own words
Over and over she looked at the cards, turning over the message in her mind. Clinging to the past. Obsessing over mistakes and worries to the point where it consumed all other thought. A need to atone - Maea nearly laughed aloud. What didn't she need to make up for? Betraying her gods, endangering innocents, taking her troubles out on others, abandoning friends and causing them to worry - not to mention getting her head so inflated that she failed to consider any options or opinions but her own. It was a lot.
"That... tracks, I'd say," she murmured weakly. "Can you - or the cards, I guess - can it say anything about how I might atone?" Her shoulder and ribs ached with a phantom pain, a memory of arrows so clear she had ro rub the spot to reassure herself that the wounds were healed, without even a scar. One day she would have to confront Melita about it... but it was true, first she needed to clean out her own closet and bury all the skeletons. They had been piling high of late.
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
