MAEA
Maea shook her head, frustration overtaking her pleasure of being complimented. "Not even a little bit. If the flowers ever bloomed here, they have to be far rarer than anyone could have guessed. I mean, a person I met who's been here for years says he saw one a long time ago, but even he is questioning whether he imagined it. Maybe it's too early in the season. Maybe the void did something to the soil when the forest was overtaken. Maybe praying to Vi is the only way to go, after all. Who even knows." Raising her palms towards the sky with a shrug at the end of her rant, helplessness palpable in her tone. Yet she wouldn't give up already either. Too stubborn and far too invested now, Maea would keep at it until she succeeded, come what may.
And if that meant she would remain in the woodlands forever..? A slow breath fogged gently in the nippy air, quickly dispersed by the sun's warmth. "I... don't know," she admitted. "That depends. I've been forbidden from returning to Torchline until I bring back a flower... it may be I have no other choice but to remain here. Then again, if I have to bribe the queen just to stay on her shores, I wonder if I'll ever feel truly welcome." Her arrival here was quite different in comparison. The fae had been tolerant enough, letting her camp where she wished and traded fairly when she had need for supplies. Liam had been nothing but helpful and generous, and now that she didn't have to be dependent on him, she might appreciate that more than before.
Turning around a bend in the road, the Guardian Treehouse came into view. Built like the fae dwellings elsewhere in town, it had a porch wrapped around the exterior where vines had taken hold, lending it a whimsical, half overgrown look that she found very charming. Leading the way up the steps, the interior was equally as delightful. Despite a layer of dust only briefly tended to, the house had a lived in feel about it, like a place left untended only a short time. Some supplies remained from the former owners, stocked shelves and folded up blankets in an open chest; and all throughout someone had lovingly carved patterns into wood and plaster, of vines and stars and abstract shapes that got the imagination going.
"Welcome in," Maea murmured, upon opening the front door. She said it tentatively, still lacking that proprietary confidence of a homeowner, barely believing in her role as a caretaker, despite Remi's assurances. Only time could really do anything to change that; certainly more than a single night.
And if that meant she would remain in the woodlands forever..? A slow breath fogged gently in the nippy air, quickly dispersed by the sun's warmth. "I... don't know," she admitted. "That depends. I've been forbidden from returning to Torchline until I bring back a flower... it may be I have no other choice but to remain here. Then again, if I have to bribe the queen just to stay on her shores, I wonder if I'll ever feel truly welcome." Her arrival here was quite different in comparison. The fae had been tolerant enough, letting her camp where she wished and traded fairly when she had need for supplies. Liam had been nothing but helpful and generous, and now that she didn't have to be dependent on him, she might appreciate that more than before.
Turning around a bend in the road, the Guardian Treehouse came into view. Built like the fae dwellings elsewhere in town, it had a porch wrapped around the exterior where vines had taken hold, lending it a whimsical, half overgrown look that she found very charming. Leading the way up the steps, the interior was equally as delightful. Despite a layer of dust only briefly tended to, the house had a lived in feel about it, like a place left untended only a short time. Some supplies remained from the former owners, stocked shelves and folded up blankets in an open chest; and all throughout someone had lovingly carved patterns into wood and plaster, of vines and stars and abstract shapes that got the imagination going.
"Welcome in," Maea murmured, upon opening the front door. She said it tentatively, still lacking that proprietary confidence of a homeowner, barely believing in her role as a caretaker, despite Remi's assurances. Only time could really do anything to change that; certainly more than a single night.
I see a new horizon, holding on to hope
Say goodbye to all my pain when it's time for me to go
Say goodbye to all my pain when it's time for me to go
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
