It couldn't be anymore beautiful

Maea

And from the dark

"Hmmm..." Lavender eyes lingered on the bubbling pit of crimson, expression unreadable. Cautiously, like it was something alive that might surge up to swallow her, Maea approached it as one compelled and desperately striving to resist. The scent - thick and coppery, almost electrical -  caused her nostrils to flare. As always with these things, it was the lack of visceral response that bothered her most. What should be revolting, appalling, terrifying in its alienness... was neither of those things.

"Do you get bothered by anything?" Glancing back over her shouder she smiled at Liam, fondly though not without a hint of exasperation. "I'll be feeling downright boring eventually if nothing ever shocks you..." Almost out of spite she poked a finger into the blood, expecting... what, she wasn't clear on. More than the subtle ripple worrying across the surface, that's for sure. It was hot, and viscous, and the way it coated her skin had her shuddering imperceptively, for all the wrong reasons.

Spooked, she turned her back on it and hurried back to the clear water, the clean air, and the very normal and very safe man that waited for her. Wiping her hands thoroughly on a kerchief she nodged her chin towards the spring. "Do you plan on getting in?"

Something new will come on through
and rise again