Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
Looking up at the call of her name, she spotted Liam and offered him a brief wave of acknowledgement. He was a welcome sight, but for once she didn't have any smile to offer, not even to mitigate his concern.
"Hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Can't say the same for the camp." Turning in a slow circle, the scattered and broken things elicited a sigh, as bone weary as it was frustrated. "This was all I had, you know... All I owned fit in a travel chest, and the storm even sent that flying." Leaning down she picked up a scrap of wood. On one side it had traces of blue color still clinging to the fiber, a faded hue that spoke of age. The inside was raw wood that still smelled faintly of cedar, but was well beyond repair. Similar splinters could be found all over the ground, and by the root of a tree the lid had caught up in roots, hinges still clinging to what would have been the back side of the chest.
Grimacing faintly, Maea let the piece slip from her fingers, and shook her head as she turned more fully to look at the former dragoon. A brief inspection told her he was well, at least physically. "Welcome back. Did your travel go alright?" He was lucky to have missed the storm on the return journey.
"Hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Can't say the same for the camp." Turning in a slow circle, the scattered and broken things elicited a sigh, as bone weary as it was frustrated. "This was all I had, you know... All I owned fit in a travel chest, and the storm even sent that flying." Leaning down she picked up a scrap of wood. On one side it had traces of blue color still clinging to the fiber, a faded hue that spoke of age. The inside was raw wood that still smelled faintly of cedar, but was well beyond repair. Similar splinters could be found all over the ground, and by the root of a tree the lid had caught up in roots, hinges still clinging to what would have been the back side of the chest.
Grimacing faintly, Maea let the piece slip from her fingers, and shook her head as she turned more fully to look at the former dragoon. A brief inspection told her he was well, at least physically. "Welcome back. Did your travel go alright?" He was lucky to have missed the storm on the return journey.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
