Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Startled enough to laugh at the vivid image, Maea's mind did indeed leap to strange conclusions. The question of whether Thalassa would stop at a nip burned on the tongue - but it never spilled. Maea didn't dare. Didn't want to know the answer.
"No particular reason," she replied, though she averted her gaze from the other Ancient. "Possibly I'm feeling bad for moving out just as you're settling in. It gets lonely, if you don't have connections. I'm glad to hear that's not the case for you."
Was there a stab of jealousy within? Perhaps. Maea had sought for a place to belong too, but in the end she couldn't keep her mind open enough. Bridges had burned in her wake one by one, until she doubted it would ever be safe or comfortable for her to encounter some people again. It hurt, and she did feel lonely; but not so much that she was willing to let go of certain aspects of morality.
"No particular reason," she replied, though she averted her gaze from the other Ancient. "Possibly I'm feeling bad for moving out just as you're settling in. It gets lonely, if you don't have connections. I'm glad to hear that's not the case for you."
Was there a stab of jealousy within? Perhaps. Maea had sought for a place to belong too, but in the end she couldn't keep her mind open enough. Bridges had burned in her wake one by one, until she doubted it would ever be safe or comfortable for her to encounter some people again. It hurt, and she did feel lonely; but not so much that she was willing to let go of certain aspects of morality.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
