// I tried to scream but my head was underwater //
The idea of roses growing in a tree felt far-fetched. Then again, the Greatwood was full of absurdity so Maea couldn't rule out the possibility. As the day waned and the western horizon began to blush, she withdrew from the company of fae and other travelers, dressed herself in feathers and lazily winged her way up into the canopy to check off another area she'd never been to. Swerving past branches wide enough for carts and circling the vast trunk of the tree that stood at the center of the Village, the eventually broke through into open air. Studying the observatory with mild interest, she paid more attention to the outside at first. Looking for Roses, for anything golden or red, she only gave up when it grew too dark to really see anything.
Shifting back, Maea stretched out her arms with a sigh. Above her head stars appeared one by one, blinking at her in distant judgement. Perhaps she would have passed on entering the building itself, but with the setting sin, a deep cold resumed that made her bones ache. Blowing on her hands, Maea nudged the door open with an elbow, and paused just on the other side of the threshold to observe the space within. Behind her back the door snicked shut, closing against the night and the cold
Shifting back, Maea stretched out her arms with a sigh. Above her head stars appeared one by one, blinking at her in distant judgement. Perhaps she would have passed on entering the building itself, but with the setting sin, a deep cold resumed that made her bones ache. Blowing on her hands, Maea nudged the door open with an elbow, and paused just on the other side of the threshold to observe the space within. Behind her back the door snicked shut, closing against the night and the cold
Maea
// They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter //
