[o] [SE] far from the shallow now

Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words

These woods were lovely, and dark, and full of men who couldn't mind their own business. Whirling around at the sound of her name on a strangers lips, it was a very near thing that she hurled a fireball at the guy. Fortunately she caught it in time, driving the flames down into the water. An explosion of boiling water and hot steam erupted near the riverbank and for a blistering second Maea was unsure whether to be relieved - or disappointed.

Then her vision cleared somewhat, and she recognized Zavien. A blushing Zavien who turned his eyes away from her while dropping stupid questions. Her lips curled. Why was he acting all put upon when it was she who was being disturbed? With an angry gesture she gathered the flames around herself until her body was covered by them, a robe of flickering firelight that distorted and concealed everything he had no right to perceive.

"Why yes, sure am! Maea in the flesh. Don't I look alright to you? Go ahead, have another peek - make properly sure." She bared her teeth but it wasn't really a smile. Nor was she exactly speaking, it sounded more like a snarl or the mocking sing-song of one close to laughter. Or tears?

Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts

base inspired by Odd <3