Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
"I would enjoy that."
Humming thoughtfully, Maea wondered if she would be able to fully explain what made perfect sense to her. A pale finger drew lazy patterns in the air; its nail was short, bitten down to the quick from an overabundance of thought.
"It's like... being pushed and shoved down a path, versus walking on your own two feet," she attempted. "Or... the difference between facing consequences with your head high, versus on your knees. Sure, accepting Dygra's gift and a life as Ancient was a choice. But so is everything I do from here on out. Can I live with what I've become? With the bloodlust, the dangerous magic, the fact that my goddess will always condone blood and death, destruction and upheaval..? There are always other choices if I decide I can't. But unless I really can't stand it anymore, I can either bemoan my situation, blame others for my fate and become a bitter, hateful person. Or I can try to understand. Learn, and hopefully embrace a nature that should be as vital and necessary as any other in this world - if perhaps, not as immediately honorable and 'good' as the rest seem in my eyes." It was building versus eroding, creating or destroying, establishing order as opposed to unraveling the status quo... A wildfire was dangerous and consumed all living things in its path - but the life exploding from the ashes would be abundant. In theory Maea could actually comprehend the necessity of destructive processes quite well. They just clashed with a mindset lingering from when she lived 'on the other side' and mixed good and bad in where it wasn't necessary.
Casting an apologetic glance at her friend for the philosophical turn this was taking, Maea hoped it answered her reasons at least. "I'll admit, I've done my fair share of whining, to no avail. If there's any thing I'd like to change about myself, it's that." She had a nagging suspicion that her mindset had done plenty of damage already, to both her and people around.
Humming thoughtfully, Maea wondered if she would be able to fully explain what made perfect sense to her. A pale finger drew lazy patterns in the air; its nail was short, bitten down to the quick from an overabundance of thought.
"It's like... being pushed and shoved down a path, versus walking on your own two feet," she attempted. "Or... the difference between facing consequences with your head high, versus on your knees. Sure, accepting Dygra's gift and a life as Ancient was a choice. But so is everything I do from here on out. Can I live with what I've become? With the bloodlust, the dangerous magic, the fact that my goddess will always condone blood and death, destruction and upheaval..? There are always other choices if I decide I can't. But unless I really can't stand it anymore, I can either bemoan my situation, blame others for my fate and become a bitter, hateful person. Or I can try to understand. Learn, and hopefully embrace a nature that should be as vital and necessary as any other in this world - if perhaps, not as immediately honorable and 'good' as the rest seem in my eyes." It was building versus eroding, creating or destroying, establishing order as opposed to unraveling the status quo... A wildfire was dangerous and consumed all living things in its path - but the life exploding from the ashes would be abundant. In theory Maea could actually comprehend the necessity of destructive processes quite well. They just clashed with a mindset lingering from when she lived 'on the other side' and mixed good and bad in where it wasn't necessary.
Casting an apologetic glance at her friend for the philosophical turn this was taking, Maea hoped it answered her reasons at least. "I'll admit, I've done my fair share of whining, to no avail. If there's any thing I'd like to change about myself, it's that." She had a nagging suspicion that her mindset had done plenty of damage already, to both her and people around.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
