Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
A light shrug expressed her lack of difinitive answers. "I've tried to apply it towards the Void, recently. And to help a friend. But unlike my old Guildmaster, I'm not on a council, so I have no access to the information shared between leaders. Right now none of them - with one possible exception - would include me either, which makes it hard to do anything. Nor am I the kind of strong that I can dig for information on my own." Getting tired of my own words
Contemplating the vanishing croissant, she pursed her lips. "I've considered taking jobs as a mercenary. I'm familiar enough with thr Wilds; guarding caravans or heading out to collect materials should be enough to keep a roof over my head." With time she could figure out something else; perhaps it was not too late to roam the way Elizabeth had. Seeing the world, detecting a need and find that she was suited to fill the void. Maea liked the idea.
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
