Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
Maea busied herself with gathering up the splinters of the chest and tossed them on the burn pile one by one. With less chaff scattered about it didn't look quite as messy, but the growing pile of broken and damaged things still hurt to look at. It was incredible how much trash there even was to collect, given how little she'd owned to begin with.
Gathering up the heart to drag the tattered canvas of the tent, Maea paused to gaze at Liam. It sounded to her like he really had moved on from the floating city. Whether he was healing from the grief as well she couldn't tell, but if he'd not only gone to visit his family's grave but also reached a conclusion like that, it seemed like he was making some progress.
"Where do you want to be, then? Do you know?" Bending to pick up a corner of the canvas, Maea began to haul on it, straining to make the waterlogged fabric budge. It was heavy, and quite unwieldy. "Here? Or maybe... you mentioned the Ouerwood before." Perhaps Liam too wanted to make a clean break. Or perhaps he'd already done so, without even noticing.
Gathering up the heart to drag the tattered canvas of the tent, Maea paused to gaze at Liam. It sounded to her like he really had moved on from the floating city. Whether he was healing from the grief as well she couldn't tell, but if he'd not only gone to visit his family's grave but also reached a conclusion like that, it seemed like he was making some progress.
"Where do you want to be, then? Do you know?" Bending to pick up a corner of the canvas, Maea began to haul on it, straining to make the waterlogged fabric budge. It was heavy, and quite unwieldy. "Here? Or maybe... you mentioned the Ouerwood before." Perhaps Liam too wanted to make a clean break. Or perhaps he'd already done so, without even noticing.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
