MAEA
Aside from a cloak hanging from a peg near the door, the house lacked any touches of Maea at all. It still smelled faintly of the past inhabitants, of dust and cold wood, and while all of that would fade as time passed, it spoke volumes of how suddenly this change had come about.
Crossing the floor of the large room, past the kitchenette and a sitting area next to a fireplace to open a window, Maea hummed with amusement at the remark. "Give it some time, and I bet this place could compete with the Undercroft," she drawled. "Now, there's a room upstairs you can take, or we can make up a cot for you down here, whichever feels best. I slept on the couch there last night; would not recommend it unless you have a stronger back than mine."
Maea knew she was stalling. To hear Flora's demand be described as cruel was releasing something within that she hadn't allowed herself to inspect properly. Oh, she'd grumbled and huffed a bit to friends, and in no way was she happy about it. But. It wasn't anger so much as it was pain and despair that came clawing up her throat; and though she'd been smiling on the way here, and meant to deal with the practical stuff around settling a guest in before talking, she realized that she was fighting back tears all the while.
"I... well. I did know we weren't friends, Flora and I. Or even on good terms. But I had no idea that I'd done something worth that kind of... of hate." Coming back to sink into a passed rockingchair, it creaked softly against the floor as the legs rolled back, swaying her soothingly.
Crossing the floor of the large room, past the kitchenette and a sitting area next to a fireplace to open a window, Maea hummed with amusement at the remark. "Give it some time, and I bet this place could compete with the Undercroft," she drawled. "Now, there's a room upstairs you can take, or we can make up a cot for you down here, whichever feels best. I slept on the couch there last night; would not recommend it unless you have a stronger back than mine."
Maea knew she was stalling. To hear Flora's demand be described as cruel was releasing something within that she hadn't allowed herself to inspect properly. Oh, she'd grumbled and huffed a bit to friends, and in no way was she happy about it. But. It wasn't anger so much as it was pain and despair that came clawing up her throat; and though she'd been smiling on the way here, and meant to deal with the practical stuff around settling a guest in before talking, she realized that she was fighting back tears all the while.
"I... well. I did know we weren't friends, Flora and I. Or even on good terms. But I had no idea that I'd done something worth that kind of... of hate." Coming back to sink into a passed rockingchair, it creaked softly against the floor as the legs rolled back, swaying her soothingly.
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
