Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Who better to ask than the goddess herself? But clearly she was talking to deaf ears here, so with a huff Maea mumbled something that could be agreement or maybe a curse muttered under breath, and stopped talking. Sulking and glowering into the fire, Thalassa sounded like changing ones way of thinking was easy. Like twisting a key in the lock, upturning a bucket - like it didn't require the rearranging of ones whole worldview. How did people do it? How did anyone go on without considering the morality, the ethics of what they were doing? Had she simply started to hesitate because of all the mistakes she'd made? Instead of learning something from them and moving on, it was like she dragged a chain of bodies behind her, bony hands around fetid ankles, the corpses of all the 'could have beens' always there to show her how unsuited she was to do... well, anything.
But sure. She would do something about it. Was doing something already. Returning, moving, mending - she was acting.
Letting out a long breath, she made an effort to set aside any offended feelings. "Do you wanna talk about anything? Or does that yawn mean it's time to hit the sack?"
But sure. She would do something about it. Was doing something already. Returning, moving, mending - she was acting.
Letting out a long breath, she made an effort to set aside any offended feelings. "Do you wanna talk about anything? Or does that yawn mean it's time to hit the sack?"
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
