'Cause she's a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made
And a bargain must be made
Liam was preparing to skip another rock when Maea rushed back to where they’d sat their lunch basket, startling him. He dropped the stone, turning to follow her, taking the offered bit of paper and reading the two words written there. His mind started turning the information over before Maea had the chance to finish. He didn’t know much about gravity magic, nor was he creative enough to contemplate its many uses. Air, though… that had potential.
”I think I have an idea,” he said slowly, handing the paper back to her. ”But it would take a god to make it work, like you said, and I’ve never…” For all that he admired the gods, he’d never dared to ask them for anything before, and he couldn’t be sure that he would be answered if he asked. ”But I’m willing to try.” It was something to do, anyway, besides a suicide mission.
”I think I have an idea,” he said slowly, handing the paper back to her. ”But it would take a god to make it work, like you said, and I’ve never…” For all that he admired the gods, he’d never dared to ask them for anything before, and he couldn’t be sure that he would be answered if he asked. ”But I’m willing to try.” It was something to do, anyway, besides a suicide mission.
But oh, my love, don't forget me
When I let the water take me
When I let the water take me
Liam
