// won't you breathe with me? //
Was the dark thought a true reflection of her personality, or entirely brought on by the magic? The question lingered in her mind even as the void moss withered and lost its hold on Hadama. Perhaps it didn't actually matter. Not when the relief of seeing him catch his breath overruled any longings for black vengeance and torment. He was worth it; worth the pain, the dizzying moment of near madness, and any amount of heart attacks he'd nearly given her by stepping into the void tainted trap.
Breathing deeply of the soothing mist, Maea watched the wound on her arm knit back together and disappear, a smear of blood the only evidence of bloodshed that remained.
"Of course," she murmured, without hesitation. "I'll be here all day." Ready to save the day as many times as needed... She flashed Zavien a little grin, then immediately caught herself and cleared her throat. Damn this awkwardness...
Once Hadama recovered enough to continue, they resumed the hunt for void flowers. Maea had the satisfaction of wielding fire to her heart's content, relishing the challenge of burning only what was corrupted without harming the hedge. For such a grim task she enjoyed herself quite thoroughly, occasionally even forgetting that she was supposed to be demure and contrite around the dragoon.
Maea sticks it out and helps burn Void Daisies with her fire magic once Hadama is ready to continue.
Breathing deeply of the soothing mist, Maea watched the wound on her arm knit back together and disappear, a smear of blood the only evidence of bloodshed that remained.
"Of course," she murmured, without hesitation. "I'll be here all day." Ready to save the day as many times as needed... She flashed Zavien a little grin, then immediately caught herself and cleared her throat. Damn this awkwardness...
Once Hadama recovered enough to continue, they resumed the hunt for void flowers. Maea had the satisfaction of wielding fire to her heart's content, relishing the challenge of burning only what was corrupted without harming the hedge. For such a grim task she enjoyed herself quite thoroughly, occasionally even forgetting that she was supposed to be demure and contrite around the dragoon.
Maea sticks it out and helps burn Void Daisies with her fire magic once Hadama is ready to continue.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
