Maea
The worst of all blessings
Not minding his questions, she answered readily enough even though the subject had become more complicated than it used to be.
"I grew up in the Hollowed Grounds," Maea told him, her tone light despite the topic being anything but. "My family were farmers, trying to make barren soil produce enough to survive. We scraped by, though I'd be lying if I said it was easy. No one did well back then." Trapped behind the barrier, locked in with the Voice and her monsters and Gates to slowly wither into nothing, life had been at once more simple and more extreme.
"Have you ever been there? It's much changed after the war... there're mostly ancients living there now. I moved out just recently."
Catching sight of something bright off the side of the trail, she took a few excited steps towards it only to find a patch of yellow flowers instead of roses. They were lovely, and she felt bad to be disappointed at the sight of them.
"I grew up in the Hollowed Grounds," Maea told him, her tone light despite the topic being anything but. "My family were farmers, trying to make barren soil produce enough to survive. We scraped by, though I'd be lying if I said it was easy. No one did well back then." Trapped behind the barrier, locked in with the Voice and her monsters and Gates to slowly wither into nothing, life had been at once more simple and more extreme.
"Have you ever been there? It's much changed after the war... there're mostly ancients living there now. I moved out just recently."
Catching sight of something bright off the side of the trail, she took a few excited steps towards it only to find a patch of yellow flowers instead of roses. They were lovely, and she felt bad to be disappointed at the sight of them.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
