[SE] No one sings like you anymore

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

One week flew by far too quickly. Before she had entirely wrapped her head around what happened, a pair of guards had showed up on the threshold to her room and politely but firmly escorted her to the port. With no intention of breaking her deal with Flora, it had seemed a bit excessive; but regardless of how she felt, she was told in no uncertain terms to pick a ship and be on her way. 
The Climb had seemed the better choice, for now. While it was frustrating to be back where she started at the end of last year, there was a difference in the circumstances of her stay. This time she wasn't hiding; she was searching. 

Days after reaching the volcanic island, Maea busied herself with washing up while taking a break. Stripped down to get shift, she dunked the black dress into the steaming water and worked blood and mud stains out of the fabric. It should have ruined any ordinary cloth, but the velvet didn't seem to be much affected by her ministrations. Once done, she laid it out to dry and began her own ablution. Wading out waist deep into the water, she began scrubbing herself down with a sliver of soap, not caring that her undergarments got soaked in the process. Occasionally a thoughtful glance was cast to the blood filled pool, only for her gaze to veer off, searching the cavern for a sign of unusual vegetation. What kind of lily was it that Rae had created? The watery kind, the bright flaring one with long stalk, or would it be more like a spider lily, ephemeral and fraught with meaning?

Whatever it looked like, Maea hoped it would be obvious once the laid eyes on it. It would take luck and patience to find one, but she had time. And no choice, really, if she wanted to build her new life in Torchline.

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

base inspired by Odd <3