Maea
It's not a demon at your door
No? "Hm... alright." Then there was nothing more to do than to watch the fire burn, and listen to the river and the chirrup of birds in the trees. A woodpecker knocked somewhere out of sight. Over a patch of wildflowers the first bees of the season danced from petal to petal, pollinating as they went about the collection of nectar. For lack of anything else to occupy herself with, Maea pulled on the threads of her magical gifts and drew a tongue of fire from the pyre to play with. Looping it around her hands, she split it into orbs and then split them again until the air was filled with hazy sparks.
"If you could have anything at all in this world," she mused, "at no cost and with no catches... what would you want?" Twirling a finger in the air, her sparks coalesced into fiery will-o-wisps, that turned into a flight of dragons. None larger than the palm of a hand, she set them on a course around Liam's head, like he was a mountain for them to guard.
"If you could have anything at all in this world," she mused, "at no cost and with no catches... what would you want?" Twirling a finger in the air, her sparks coalesced into fiery will-o-wisps, that turned into a flight of dragons. None larger than the palm of a hand, she set them on a course around Liam's head, like he was a mountain for them to guard.
It's just your shadow on the floor
