Maea
The worst of all blessings
"My flowers?" Her brows shot up, a picture of innocense but for the quirk if her lips. "You're probably right, though. There have been... some deaths, this past LongNight. Safrin's daughter was among those who were killed. It feels as though the Family is preparing for something, and likely that's why everyone and their grandma's are gathering here. On the off chance of finding a bit of hope before the storm breaks out."
The Ouerwood, though? It was a place she had only passed through, on her way to someplace else. Recalling dense jungle and dangerous heat, the found it a curious choice if he really wanted to leave woodlands behind. Maybe it was just this particular forest?
"Maybe I can come with you," she began to suggest, tickled by the idea. "It's not far from Torchline, and I've never –"
Suddenly, a loose section of the riverbank began to crumble under her feet. Grasping for a branch to hold on to, there was a terrible splashing and sliding as gravel, stone and sod careened into the water. When it settled, Maea was hanging on for dear life, knuckles whitening around a slender sapling while her feet scrabbled to find a perch on ground that wouldn't hold. A glance beneath the steep slope showed only water, glittering and swift and dangerously cold for an Ancient this time of year.
The Ouerwood, though? It was a place she had only passed through, on her way to someplace else. Recalling dense jungle and dangerous heat, the found it a curious choice if he really wanted to leave woodlands behind. Maybe it was just this particular forest?
"Maybe I can come with you," she began to suggest, tickled by the idea. "It's not far from Torchline, and I've never –"
Suddenly, a loose section of the riverbank began to crumble under her feet. Grasping for a branch to hold on to, there was a terrible splashing and sliding as gravel, stone and sod careened into the water. When it settled, Maea was hanging on for dear life, knuckles whitening around a slender sapling while her feet scrabbled to find a perch on ground that wouldn't hold. A glance beneath the steep slope showed only water, glittering and swift and dangerously cold for an Ancient this time of year.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
