'Cause she's a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made
And a bargain must be made
Maea shifted, gliding back to his side before reappearing as an Ancient. He watched her patiently, the gentle Flowerbirth breeze ruffling his hair as it passed by. There was something on her mind, that much was obvious, though Liam didn’t know her well enough even to hazard a guess as to what that might be. And the obvious answer, at face glance, was to do what was best for the most people. But something told him it was more nuanced than that; Maea had been singularly interested in finding a rose for the past few days, so whatever her friend had said must have been big. Important, at least to Maea.
”Maybe it shouldn’t be,” he said slowly. ”But, Maea - you’re not the only one looking for flowers. I know how important it is to you to be the one to find one, but… if there’s something else you need to do, the search will still go on.”
”Maybe it shouldn’t be,” he said slowly. ”But, Maea - you’re not the only one looking for flowers. I know how important it is to you to be the one to find one, but… if there’s something else you need to do, the search will still go on.”
But oh, my love, don't forget me
When I let the water take me
When I let the water take me
Liam
