Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
The change in the behaviour of the wolves was instant, despite the source of their alarm not being apparent at first. In a heartbeat they went from lazy and lounging to tense, on high alert. Some command from the mother wolf had the pups scurrying back into the safety of the den, while the adults sprang to their feet, eyes combing the vegetation for a sign, a glimpse, a whiff of the intruder. Maea tensed too, afraid it was something she had done – but the wolves were looking away from her, towards a winding of the river. From her high vantage point she could see a figure standing where there had been none a moment ago. A tall, rangy looking fellow, fair haired and shockingly familiar.
A pang of mixed feelings hit Maea so suddenly that she sat up without thinking, staring wide eyed at the ancient. This might be the last place she had expected to see Danta. Was she... glad? Worried? For a bewildered moment she wondered if he was here to tell her to come back home - and immediately scoffed at how delusional of a thought that was. It was Danta, after all, and she had never heard him tell anyone to do anything. Except when he forbade her from setting foot in the Last Whisper.
Torn between slinking away before he could see or recognise her, and a rather painful longing to talk like they had, once, so very briefly, she sat frozen and simply stared at him, eerily still as though her Ascended days had taught her how to get by without breathing.
A pang of mixed feelings hit Maea so suddenly that she sat up without thinking, staring wide eyed at the ancient. This might be the last place she had expected to see Danta. Was she... glad? Worried? For a bewildered moment she wondered if he was here to tell her to come back home - and immediately scoffed at how delusional of a thought that was. It was Danta, after all, and she had never heard him tell anyone to do anything. Except when he forbade her from setting foot in the Last Whisper.
Torn between slinking away before he could see or recognise her, and a rather painful longing to talk like they had, once, so very briefly, she sat frozen and simply stared at him, eerily still as though her Ascended days had taught her how to get by without breathing.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
