Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Hesitating at first, her nod of confirmation was a bit tentative, almost shy. "Well... it looks that way. I met a retired dragoon over there - Liam Dawson? - and we are both looking for a way to make a difference. We have talked about taking up the guardianship... It will require a lot of work before it will compare to what the region used to be, though." But it was where they wanted to be, and if the alternative was to leave, Maea would do what was necessary to carve out a place for herself to call her own.
Staying in the Greatwood did also mean direct access to the miracle flowers so the chances of finding more of them were not nil. It was another reason to ensure the Woods remained free of taint; a very persuasive reason to boldly take up a mantle no one had desired for many years.
Nodding again Maea was showing Sah her hands, perfectly healed save for the puckered scars of some old burn, when a distant roar had her head whip up, suddenly alert. Sah's grumble brought on a quiet laugh; "I've seen them a few times as well. They must be thriving here. Strange, though, I only ever notice black ones. Do they cross over into Halo at all?"
Staying in the Greatwood did also mean direct access to the miracle flowers so the chances of finding more of them were not nil. It was another reason to ensure the Woods remained free of taint; a very persuasive reason to boldly take up a mantle no one had desired for many years.
Nodding again Maea was showing Sah her hands, perfectly healed save for the puckered scars of some old burn, when a distant roar had her head whip up, suddenly alert. Sah's grumble brought on a quiet laugh; "I've seen them a few times as well. They must be thriving here. Strange, though, I only ever notice black ones. Do they cross over into Halo at all?"
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
