Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Dark soil stained her hands. Moist with the rainfall and snowmelt of the season, it came away easily enough. Reaching for the edge of her cloak, she yanked it down off the rock and began to pile dirt and mulch onto the wool, and gently lifted the entire rose plant onto the garment so that she could wrap it securely into a bundle. The reverence she felt upon handling such a rare specimen of a plant was unlike any she had experienced, close in weight only to Dygra's presence.
It could be excitement from this most unexpected of blessings that drew the color into her cheeks. But then again, the topic was cause enough, and Maea very carefully avoided Thal's gaze.
"I, uh... said I would." Why was it so strange to say it aloud? She had meant to move all along - what difference did it make where she wound up?
But it wasn't about the 'where', not really, but rather the 'why'. And even Maea wasn't entirely sure about why it had been so easy to alter her plans. Except...
"It's... not often anyone asks me for anything, you know. It seemed to mean a lot to him, and I have the house, and it just... it seemed so right. So easy. I didn't even have to think about it." A lopsided smile towards her friend showed that Maea was aware of how astonishing that was, for an overthinker and chronic worryer like herself.
It could be excitement from this most unexpected of blessings that drew the color into her cheeks. But then again, the topic was cause enough, and Maea very carefully avoided Thal's gaze.
"I, uh... said I would." Why was it so strange to say it aloud? She had meant to move all along - what difference did it make where she wound up?
But it wasn't about the 'where', not really, but rather the 'why'. And even Maea wasn't entirely sure about why it had been so easy to alter her plans. Except...
"It's... not often anyone asks me for anything, you know. It seemed to mean a lot to him, and I have the house, and it just... it seemed so right. So easy. I didn't even have to think about it." A lopsided smile towards her friend showed that Maea was aware of how astonishing that was, for an overthinker and chronic worryer like herself.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
