Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Was that smoke? Something burning? Or just Thalassa trying to hide, ohoho. Oh, and that was definitely a set of footprints trailing off from the starting point. Flicking her tail in consideration, Maea decided to go for whatever was burning, just to be safe. They wouldn't want angry fae asking why their forest was on fire, after all. Getting tired of my own words
Leaping into action, the molten tiger began to follow the smokey scent that may or may not lead her towards her fellow Ancient. While she couldn't be sure it would be Thalassa, it seemed the most likely culprit if something was burning. The stronger the scent became, the more she began to look for signs of smoke that would reveal a more exact location.
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Maea remains shifted and follows the scent trail towards Thalassa, also looking for smoke or something burning.
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
