Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Given the color of her gown, it wasn't too difficult to deduce Maea's own preference in color. Black soothed her, heavy coats and many layers helping to shield her from the world and unwelcome attention. Color and pastels and revealing cuts left her feeling vulnerable, off kilter; the opposite of grounded and secure. A good thing, perhaps; they would never be caught fighting over the same garments. Getting tired of my own words
Laughing softly at the intense interest, the Ancient cocked her head aside. "Have you heard of Rae's Lilies? They're a very rare and powerful kind of flower, that's said to grow in the Climb. It can purify illness and other taints; it works on the Void too. Which is why I'm looking for one." Sort of. Nova didn't need to know about her situation, or how much rested on finding one of the miracle plants.
Rinsing off, she sank down into the blissfully warm water and began the process of washing her hair. It had grown long enough to be a bother, but she couldn't make herself cut it off. A rare source of pride, she had learned to love the salty color and silky texture.
"Once I'm done here, I'll keep looking for the flowers. Would you be interested in keeping me company?"
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
