Maea
give me shelter, or show me heart
A flush of heat rose into her cheeks as the pulse drummed away in her neck. Why not the Greatwood, indeed. What had once been a vague presence on the northern border of her home, little thought of and even less cared for, had suddenly grown vast with potential in her perception. Where Torchline - or rather, its queen - had only pushed her away, the forest and its people had accepted her beneath its boughs without question. There was no need to prove herself there, no conditions or repentance to be made, no toll to pay to tread on those winding paths.
"It almost sounds like you want me to stick around," she teased, laughing weakly because she didn't know how else to respond. It was a bit too big, truth be told. This sensation of being wanted - what did he mean, 'she had so much to contribute'? All she'd done so far was look for flowers and ruin a camp, was that... something to praise? "I mean... it's not like my plans are carved in stone. But... do you mean I should give up on the flowers?" Maea wasn't sure how to feel about that. As pleasing it was to be asked to stay, she wasn't sure what to do with herself if her singular goal of the past few weeks suddenly wasn't there anymore.
Could she really... just stop?
"It almost sounds like you want me to stick around," she teased, laughing weakly because she didn't know how else to respond. It was a bit too big, truth be told. This sensation of being wanted - what did he mean, 'she had so much to contribute'? All she'd done so far was look for flowers and ruin a camp, was that... something to praise? "I mean... it's not like my plans are carved in stone. But... do you mean I should give up on the flowers?" Maea wasn't sure how to feel about that. As pleasing it was to be asked to stay, she wasn't sure what to do with herself if her singular goal of the past few weeks suddenly wasn't there anymore.
Could she really... just stop?
watch me fall apart
and I'll be yours to keep
and I'll be yours to keep
