Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Safely making it back to base, Maea didn't celebrate this time. Instead she stood with hands resting on her hips, watching the ruddy firelight that grew and diminished as the efforts to quell the inferno raged on. She felt bad, even though she'd done nothing to instigate this, and the knew she ought to help the firefighters at some point. Getting tired of my own words
Despite that, when Melita took her turn as the seeker, Maea still joined in with the game. Hoping it would be the last round, she decided to remain in her Ancient form this time. Glamoring away all signs of what she was, the pulled the hood up over her head and darted into the crowd, where her small stature and dark clothes might help her remain undetected. Jostled this way and that in the midst of the agitated press, she made an effort to keep moving, neither too fast or too slowly.
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Maea hides her Ancient features (horns, teeth, tail), pulls her hood up over the hair and tries to hide in the crowd.
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
