Maea
And from the dark
"It'll be by the feet or the hair," she quipped back, struggling hard to contain the laughter, "but it's your choice whether to go bald or not." Maea tried really hard to imagine him without the golden curls but fell short; even as she filled up the waterskin the thought kept making her shoulders quiver with suppressed mirth.
Once the skin had been sufficiently filled, she stoppered the dripping vessel and flicked water from her fingertips. Sitting back on her heels, för a quiet moment she simply absorbed the quiet serenity of the cavern, with its drifting haze and the clear, pristine water. When a whiff of something coppery reached her nose it wrinkled, drawn from her reveries. The blood pool sort of ruined the rare beauty in her eyes, its bubbling crimson an obscene contrast that stung the eyes.
"What do you make of that?" she asked Liam, pointing to the Ancient bath as she rose to put the precious water away.
Once the skin had been sufficiently filled, she stoppered the dripping vessel and flicked water from her fingertips. Sitting back on her heels, för a quiet moment she simply absorbed the quiet serenity of the cavern, with its drifting haze and the clear, pristine water. When a whiff of something coppery reached her nose it wrinkled, drawn from her reveries. The blood pool sort of ruined the rare beauty in her eyes, its bubbling crimson an obscene contrast that stung the eyes.
"What do you make of that?" she asked Liam, pointing to the Ancient bath as she rose to put the precious water away.
Something new will come on through
and rise again
and rise again
