Maea
And from the dark
When she'd said 'bothered', Maea had probably meant something a bit stronger than jealousy. Like the mingled attraction and repulsion she felt towards the bloody pool, or the firm, fierce boundary she drew at cannibalism, bullying and, lately, the color purple. Tempted to laugh, a quick glance at Liam had her thinking better of it. "Yeah, I'm okay."
Sitting up, Maea scooted over so she could lift a dripping hand to pat him on the head. He was warmer than expected, and golden strands clung to her palm when she withdrew again. It had been an impulse, but the awkwardness afterwards was immediate. "You're probably the kindest person I've ever met," she informed him, not quite meeting his gaze. She was being serious but for a hint of a smile. "If it's any comfort, I get jealous too. Whenever I see people use magic I can't access, it reminds me of all the things I have lost." It had gotten easier once she learned to use the fire properly, but some things still stung. It could make her bitter at times.
Sitting up, Maea scooted over so she could lift a dripping hand to pat him on the head. He was warmer than expected, and golden strands clung to her palm when she withdrew again. It had been an impulse, but the awkwardness afterwards was immediate. "You're probably the kindest person I've ever met," she informed him, not quite meeting his gaze. She was being serious but for a hint of a smile. "If it's any comfort, I get jealous too. Whenever I see people use magic I can't access, it reminds me of all the things I have lost." It had gotten easier once she learned to use the fire properly, but some things still stung. It could make her bitter at times.
Something new will come on through
and rise again
and rise again
