Maea
The worst of all blessings
Seren? Maea blinked, non-plussed about the connection until she remembered that Flora was Remi's daughter. Understanding bloomed, with a sickening rush of guilt to follow. Seren would be Flora's sister, whether by blood or not, and while maybe she could be forgiven for not keeping up with the tangled relations of the Taliesin clan, she really should pay more attention to the immediate family of her friends.
Maea looked down, examining the planks of the dock. "You are right... I could argue that I didn't thank your fathers earlier either, but that is neither here or there. I was too wrapped up in my own problems to consider anyone else. You are not the only person I have wronged these past months." Looking up, Maea's expression was full of remorse, her gut burning from the accusation - like she had died on purpose. Like Melita hadn't shot her twice. Like she wouldn't trade places with that starchild with the bright eyes and loving community in a heartbeat, ifasked to. It was unfair that she got to live when someone else deserved it so much better. It was unfair... but Maea wanted to live, too.
"I am so sorry for your loss, Flora. I really am. I won't try to shirk my responsibility for what happened in the desert, but if you must cast blame on someone, perhaps you should also ask Melita why she decided to shoot me again when I was already down. Ask Ronin why he brought me back. Ask Vi why I was allowed, but not your sister. All those things are beyond my control – I can only try to make amends. I am willing to try - I have told Asta this as well."
As for why she would choose Torchline? Running her fingers through the frizzy curls of her damp hair, Maea sighed. "It's warm here," she replied matter-of-fact. "I have some friends who live here, and I miss them. And... as far as I know, the government here does not use cannibalism as a means to punish criminals. Though correct me if I am wrong." A pale brow rose, looking to Flora for a contradiction. If she was wrong, Maea might just change her mind after all.
Maea looked down, examining the planks of the dock. "You are right... I could argue that I didn't thank your fathers earlier either, but that is neither here or there. I was too wrapped up in my own problems to consider anyone else. You are not the only person I have wronged these past months." Looking up, Maea's expression was full of remorse, her gut burning from the accusation - like she had died on purpose. Like Melita hadn't shot her twice. Like she wouldn't trade places with that starchild with the bright eyes and loving community in a heartbeat, ifasked to. It was unfair that she got to live when someone else deserved it so much better. It was unfair... but Maea wanted to live, too.
"I am so sorry for your loss, Flora. I really am. I won't try to shirk my responsibility for what happened in the desert, but if you must cast blame on someone, perhaps you should also ask Melita why she decided to shoot me again when I was already down. Ask Ronin why he brought me back. Ask Vi why I was allowed, but not your sister. All those things are beyond my control – I can only try to make amends. I am willing to try - I have told Asta this as well."
As for why she would choose Torchline? Running her fingers through the frizzy curls of her damp hair, Maea sighed. "It's warm here," she replied matter-of-fact. "I have some friends who live here, and I miss them. And... as far as I know, the government here does not use cannibalism as a means to punish criminals. Though correct me if I am wrong." A pale brow rose, looking to Flora for a contradiction. If she was wrong, Maea might just change her mind after all.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
