Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Melita's voice bugled out her name onto the wind, and thus Maea's time of playing games came to an end. As she pushed back her hood and undid the glamour on her horns and tail with a resigned grimace, she cast a look towards the firefighting efforts and decided she may as well lend a hand. Getting tired of my own words
Leaving her folded up cloak at the bench where the game had begun, the pale ancient rolled up her sleeves and strolled off to make herself useful. Mainly intent on putting out the fire, she did keep an eye out for any injured, prepared to use her bloodboon if needed. Their little game had resulted in a good deal of chaos, as befitting of both Ludo and Dygra - but given her own need to stay in the village for some time still, it seemed best to remain on the fae's good side.
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Maea leaves her cloak at the base to represent her, then goes off to help put out fires or heal injured, as needed. aka damage control x)
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
