The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
She heard the low hum of his voice before the soft footfall of his steps, her own hum shifting to accommodate the new participant. As her eyes lifted to find Hadama across the fire, her mouth tilted into a pleased grin, pleasantly surprised to see her friend amongst the confines of the maze. It seemed too sweet a moment to break with words, one that had her shoulders releasing their hold on the chill, the warmth of the fire seeping into her hands and heart like it might just take residence there. Her eyes moved between him and the surroundings, fingers playing in the flames as she embodied a semblance of 'tranquility' that was rarely on her features.
After another minute of content, harmonious humming, she finally let her tune fade to silence, a thought coming to mind as she looked at Hadama. "Do you know any Mer songs?" Although casual, there was a deeper undertone of aching curiosity, a desire to reclaim something of her past that didn't involve relationships or sappy childish emotions. Being the king of the Mer, it made sense to her that he might know one of the songs of his people, hoping that he might be willing to share it with her.
After another minute of content, harmonious humming, she finally let her tune fade to silence, a thought coming to mind as she looked at Hadama. "Do you know any Mer songs?" Although casual, there was a deeper undertone of aching curiosity, a desire to reclaim something of her past that didn't involve relationships or sappy childish emotions. Being the king of the Mer, it made sense to her that he might know one of the songs of his people, hoping that he might be willing to share it with her.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
