Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
"I'm not sure..." Tilting her head, she thought back on the others she'd met. "So far I haven't met anyone who thinks poorly of her? Actually, I might be the one with the most reservations of all ancients I've talked to. Granted, I've not been one for very long, and I was quite devout growing up. It's hard to shift from a 'one for all' to 'me for myself and good luck to the rest' mentality. And that's aside from her delight in blood and chaos."
Did it make her a terrible person for not finding such a goddess repulsive? Sometimes Maea thought she was. Other days, when she felt tired and lonely and she recalled the ready acceptance of her by that resonating voice whispering from the dark, it didn't matter as much.
"From what Ludo said, I got the feeling that we're as different from the people of Caido as the New gods were from the Old. More tolerated, because Ludo did speak to me, but... perhaps not exactly loved." She still honored them, and respected deeply the balance of Life, Nature and Death – and she still found it difficult to accept that her place in the circle had altered by embracing entropy.
Did it make her a terrible person for not finding such a goddess repulsive? Sometimes Maea thought she was. Other days, when she felt tired and lonely and she recalled the ready acceptance of her by that resonating voice whispering from the dark, it didn't matter as much.
"From what Ludo said, I got the feeling that we're as different from the people of Caido as the New gods were from the Old. More tolerated, because Ludo did speak to me, but... perhaps not exactly loved." She still honored them, and respected deeply the balance of Life, Nature and Death – and she still found it difficult to accept that her place in the circle had altered by embracing entropy.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
