[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 318PC

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

Falling in to walk beside her friends towards a table, Maea didn't blame Thalassa for the unspoken hesitation. She had some serious amends to make after disappearing for so long, and their run in had not really resolved anything. At least they were speaking; good enough, for not, and more than she deserved.

"Making up for past mistakes," she told Hadama, a lopsided smile appearing in response to his quip about the plate in her hand. Settling by the table, she made herself comfortable. "Mh, it's better than I expected." Being back around people wasn't as dreadful as the had thought. Overall, she felt much better; long and difficult conversations had done a world of good, and for the first time in a long while, Maea actually looked forward to the new year that waited on the other side of LongNight.

"I wanted to let you both know, I'll be moving next year. To Torchline. Been thinking about it for a while, and as I was talking to Ronin just now, I realized I've finally made up my mind. Likely I'll head that way after this." Packing up her few belongings and finding a place to stay could come later. For now, it was more important to finalize the decision, take action, embrace change – before she could talk herself out of it.

Raising her mig to the others, she offered a toast. "To fresh starts, and an end to running." It had the feel of a vow, or a promise.

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3