Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
The lyvern was big and fast, and it took all the agility the crow possessed to avoid its snapping jaws. Even so, a sharp tug told Maea that she had lost a few tail feathers, escaping anything worse only because they weren't being serious. It left a bad taste in her mouth, somewhere between annoyance and guilt. Getting tired of my own words
Joining Thalassa back on the ground, Maea shifted back and adjusted the coat as the shifted back, looking ruffled and out of sorts. Digging into the ample pockets she unwound a tangle of cloth and started wrapping up her bleeding hand. "I agree. It seems I'm not in the right headspace for sparing after all..." An understatement, but she didn't want to take her bad mood out on Thal any more than she'd already done. "You're good," she added, recalling it was supposed to be a teaching moment. "Perhaps too good for me to teach you much... You may need to find someone else to train with, too." Someone with more advanced skills, who had more experience than Maea. "But, if you still want to spar... we can try again."
She could try again. Try not to hate the magic that ran opposite to everything she wanted to do. She didn't like it, but Maea did recognize that for all her reluctance, it was still a useful bit of magic, and it may be needed in the future.
Going to pick up her pack, she hesitated a moment. "I'll... do better, next time. No more running." It was a peace offering; not what either of them wanted, but the best she had right now.
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
