"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
It was interesting to watch Thalassa at work. Maea knew intimately the captain's way with words, and while she winced in quiet sympathy for the crew as they were flayed and hung to dry in a figurative salty gale, the effect was not only noticeable but immediate. That the younger woman knew what she was doing and how she wanted it done was beyond questioning; it was noteworthy, a thing to respect and even admire.
Following in the lyvern's wake as they headed back into the sky, the crow had to admit that she was a bit envious, too. It was impossible to tell where confidence ended and pretense began in Thal. There was something indomitable about the woman she could only dream of, made all the more impressive given the many uncertainties of her past. Was it easier to remake yourself without memories to fall back on? Had every step between waking up to darkness and this instant been a decision, a choice, or were they drawn from muscle memory, learned from experiences now forgotten? Could one ever truly escape the past... and should she even want to?
With thoughts tumbling like pebbles down a hillside throughher mind, the white bird cawed assent to the suggestion and lowered herself down towards the Crag. Beady blue eyes snagged on features of the rock and snow the closer they came, talons twitching whenever she noticed something shiny. Unlikely to be more than ice, still she couldn't help but imagine what it might be like, to find the legendary substance. Did it feel different to channel magic through it? What she wouldn't give to try it, just once.
Following in the lyvern's wake as they headed back into the sky, the crow had to admit that she was a bit envious, too. It was impossible to tell where confidence ended and pretense began in Thal. There was something indomitable about the woman she could only dream of, made all the more impressive given the many uncertainties of her past. Was it easier to remake yourself without memories to fall back on? Had every step between waking up to darkness and this instant been a decision, a choice, or were they drawn from muscle memory, learned from experiences now forgotten? Could one ever truly escape the past... and should she even want to?
With thoughts tumbling like pebbles down a hillside throughher mind, the white bird cawed assent to the suggestion and lowered herself down towards the Crag. Beady blue eyes snagged on features of the rock and snow the closer they came, talons twitching whenever she noticed something shiny. Unlikely to be more than ice, still she couldn't help but imagine what it might be like, to find the legendary substance. Did it feel different to channel magic through it? What she wouldn't give to try it, just once.
Maea
