Talking to the mirror

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

She did not know that, and never had ignorance infuriated her so much. Except it wasn't really about that. Not even about the spirit either, it was just a trigger, a neon sign spelling out how useless she had become.

Still. At least the spirit had stopped laughing, so Maea took that as the only win she'd get today. Affecting an exaggerated bow in the general direction of the voice, she pulled the tatters of composure about herself and left the cavern. She'd go somewhere else, where there were plenty of things that would burn, and hurl fireballs around until something felt better. Given her current mood, it was going to take a while.

[FIN]

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3