Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
"Sounds useful," Maea commented, approving of the usefulness of the shifts. "The only tide jaguar I've seen before is Sunjata's companion... admittedly I don't know a lot about them." Her own feline shift seemed somewhat unremarkable in comparison, and so she chose not to mention it. Getting tired of my own words
Drying off her own clothes with careful application of fire, Maea's hair remained damp and curling at the ends by the time they were ready. "That's a good question," she murmured, gazing around the area. "Let's... explore this cave system as thoroughly as we can, and then find a path going north. I've been most places in this region, but never that way." Checking to see if Nova had any objections, she hoisted a beat-up traveling onto a shoulder and set off along the path.
The footing was good for the most part, reasonably flat if a bit slippery from the ever-present humidity. She led them on a winding path that serpentined around the pools, examining both the rims and the nooks and crannies for anything that might be a lily.
"Did you hear that last bit of bullshit Vox forced down our throats?" she asked after a while.
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
