Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
And she would be sorry to have missed the Messenger. He was an elusive friend at times, and neither of them frequent letter writers. But for all that, Maea never doubted that the bond they had forged would last. Getting tired of my own words
Smiling to herself, it was Alys' tone that made her look up, curious about the shift of mood. Wonder and awe touched her face at the revelation, just imagining a conversation with Mort - let alone meeting the sorely missed companion. But as Alys went on, Maea stilled where she sat. Barely breathing, it felt like her mind had frozen. Had she known...? No. Well not definitely. Ludo had turned Isla into Remi's companion, but was that the same thing? A sharp, stabbing pain of longing had her gasping for breath, memories of her Shii, her tiny, willful guide thundering in; she hadn't let herself think about the wisp in so long. It always hurt, always ravaged her to recognize how she'd failed to keep it safe.
"I... I see. I did not know that." Clearing a voice that'd gone rough with emotion, jealousy was the furthest thing from Maea's mind. "How... is it going so far? Have you found anyone to speak to? If I can help, I'm happy to tell you anything you might need to know." Since she had died, and twice to boot.
And strangely, an immense sense of relief came upon her. Gods, but how fortunate she was that she'd never heard of this before. What if she'd gone praying to Mort for her friend back, only to die again? Watching that frail, feeble light wink out a second time would have been more than she could bear to live with. Oh, thank all the gods of Caido and Void and through all the multitude of worlds that she hadn't been that kind of stupid.
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
