Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
And why couldn't they have it easy for once? World spanning catastrophy aside, Maea thought both she and Liam had been through enough trouble in their personal lives. They had both lost family, lost homes, lost time on mending wounds while others forged ahead. Did it make them weaker than the likes of demigods or wardens, for being unable to keep up? She couldn't quite accept that, though it would be more than easy to lose heart when comparing oneself to legends.
Looking at the dragoon now, Maea thought it wouldn't take more than time to elevate him from humble soldier to something far greater. Experience too, perhaps, and a bit of aid from a divine influence. Even she had been helped along the way, though she'd squandered most of the chances to become more than a half-blind farmgirl from the Grounds.
"I've only seen Frey from a distance, never in person," she remarked, "but they don't strike me as the type to be easily disappointed. Are you telling me you left empty handed?" And even if he had, had the god not responded in the first place? That had to count for something.
Looking at the dragoon now, Maea thought it wouldn't take more than time to elevate him from humble soldier to something far greater. Experience too, perhaps, and a bit of aid from a divine influence. Even she had been helped along the way, though she'd squandered most of the chances to become more than a half-blind farmgirl from the Grounds.
"I've only seen Frey from a distance, never in person," she remarked, "but they don't strike me as the type to be easily disappointed. Are you telling me you left empty handed?" And even if he had, had the god not responded in the first place? That had to count for something.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
