// I tried to scream but my head was underwater //
Turning a gentle smile onto the Luminary, Maea nodded. "I think so, yes. I saw it in my brother, once he settled with his family. In my father too, as he tended our farm. Even though he grieved for my mother for years, he found peace in tending the sheep and working the orchard. I think he found much comfort in his faith; he was very devout, and a staunch follower of Frey. Even if he had lived to see the barrier fall, I doubt that he would have left. That farm was everything he'd ever wanted."
Perosnally, Maea had only seen glimpses of that serenity, usually while elbow deep into a project or research. She looked forward to recapturing that frame of mind; though exactly in what way, shape or form it would manifest, she had yet to figure out.
"Do you think it might be a bit like those stories? It's the same tale, yet the flavor changes with the narrative. Maybe if we decided that our lives were better off as adventurses or romances instead of horror or tragedies...?" Maybe if they reframed the tale, they might both find themselves a little closer to what they wished for.
Perosnally, Maea had only seen glimpses of that serenity, usually while elbow deep into a project or research. She looked forward to recapturing that frame of mind; though exactly in what way, shape or form it would manifest, she had yet to figure out.
"Do you think it might be a bit like those stories? It's the same tale, yet the flavor changes with the narrative. Maybe if we decided that our lives were better off as adventurses or romances instead of horror or tragedies...?" Maybe if they reframed the tale, they might both find themselves a little closer to what they wished for.
Maea
// They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter //
