Liam
I just want one more chance
Maea’s form shimmered beneath his arm, and in the span of a few heartbeats she stood tucked against his side as an Ancient once more. Blood - the elk’s - had crusted on her face. It should have been a terrifying sight, and yet all Liam could see was his friend, shivering in the sun, paleness accentuated by the brightness of the blood. His brows snapped together and he pulled her closer without care for the smudges of red that would no doubt stain his shirt.
”Of course, a fire -“ he said, loosening his grip. ”Will you be okay for a minute while I get some wood? Here, stay out of the shade -“ Positioning her directly in the sun’s light, Liam rushed into the shadowed forest behind them, gathering as much wood as he could carry. He hurried back Maea’s side and dumped it into a pile. He looked around for anything he could use to start the fire; he hadn’t brought anything with him. He looked at Maea again, distressed. ”I don’t suppose you have flint on you?” If he had to carry her all the way back to the village, he would, but he suspected that sooner would be better than later to get her warmed up.
”Of course, a fire -“ he said, loosening his grip. ”Will you be okay for a minute while I get some wood? Here, stay out of the shade -“ Positioning her directly in the sun’s light, Liam rushed into the shadowed forest behind them, gathering as much wood as he could carry. He hurried back Maea’s side and dumped it into a pile. He looked around for anything he could use to start the fire; he hadn’t brought anything with him. He looked at Maea again, distressed. ”I don’t suppose you have flint on you?” If he had to carry her all the way back to the village, he would, but he suspected that sooner would be better than later to get her warmed up.
To put my arms in fragile hands
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