'Cause she's a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made
And a bargain must be made
Maea was an Ancient again before he could blink, and the spell was broken. Liam reached for his water flask and drained it. ”More effective, too,” he said lightly. ”If it wasn’t evident before not to mess with you, it is now.” There was, after all, something about hearing about a shift and seeing it up close and personal. Despite his limited experience with Attuned, he’d never seen anything like Maea, though. He wondered if the forms she took were chosen or granted, and if they reflected anything about her personally. What might each say about her, if he got to know her?
The silence between them stretched as they ate, the spot where Maea had shifted still smoldering in the Flowerbirth sun. After a few minutes, Liam spoke again. ”Do you have a favorite shift?” he asked curiously. Of the three he knew about (and who’s to say there weren’t more that she hadn’t shared?), was there one that stood out to Maea? Or did they all have their merits, serve their own purpose?
The silence between them stretched as they ate, the spot where Maea had shifted still smoldering in the Flowerbirth sun. After a few minutes, Liam spoke again. ”Do you have a favorite shift?” he asked curiously. Of the three he knew about (and who’s to say there weren’t more that she hadn’t shared?), was there one that stood out to Maea? Or did they all have their merits, serve their own purpose?
But oh, my love, don't forget me
When I let the water take me
When I let the water take me
Liam
