Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
Any illusions of still being a welcome presence in the Grounds shattered as the Maverick noticed her. If she ever needed a visual representation of what a burned bridge looked like, there it was; the fact that he even deigned to speak to her at all was a small miracle.
It hurt. Like stinging nettles pressed against her heart, turning it raw and blistering. That it was well earned or her own fault did nothing to ease the sensation. If anything it just made it worse, as she had no one to lay blame on or look to for solutions but herself.
Perhaps she would have simply let him walk away, if it wasn't for the wisps. Like ghostly fireflies they winked into being in the shade, emerging around the Ancient man as if to point a neon sign towards the path she could be walking. Guides, mischief makers, so much like the missing piece of her own soul, their appearance and the subtle whispers coaxed her voice past the lump in her throat, before she'd fully realized she had anything to say.
"Wait!" she called out, slipping and tumbling off the boulder. Maea staggered slightly as she landed on her feet, an ankle stinging as she twisted it slightly on the uneven ground. Then she caught up with herself, hesitating with a hand still lingering on the rock. Beneath her hand it felt cold, rough and unpolished... not dissimilar to herself. "Please? I - I'd like to ask you something." She wanted to ask a great many things, as a matter of fact, but she didn't think he'd allow that. So of she could get just one, just once...
The wolves had scattered at the sound of their voices, but Maea still sensed their presence nearby. Golden eyes weighing down on the intruders, watching for openings to retake the space that was theirs, so suddenly invaded by these two-legs. From what she had seen so far, they possessed a wealth of patience, tolerance and capacity for forgiveness towards one another. Traits to admire, and emulate - traits she knew she had to cultivate if she ever wanted to get away from the corner she had painted herself into, regardless of the outcome of this unexpected encounter.
It hurt. Like stinging nettles pressed against her heart, turning it raw and blistering. That it was well earned or her own fault did nothing to ease the sensation. If anything it just made it worse, as she had no one to lay blame on or look to for solutions but herself.
Perhaps she would have simply let him walk away, if it wasn't for the wisps. Like ghostly fireflies they winked into being in the shade, emerging around the Ancient man as if to point a neon sign towards the path she could be walking. Guides, mischief makers, so much like the missing piece of her own soul, their appearance and the subtle whispers coaxed her voice past the lump in her throat, before she'd fully realized she had anything to say.
"Wait!" she called out, slipping and tumbling off the boulder. Maea staggered slightly as she landed on her feet, an ankle stinging as she twisted it slightly on the uneven ground. Then she caught up with herself, hesitating with a hand still lingering on the rock. Beneath her hand it felt cold, rough and unpolished... not dissimilar to herself. "Please? I - I'd like to ask you something." She wanted to ask a great many things, as a matter of fact, but she didn't think he'd allow that. So of she could get just one, just once...
The wolves had scattered at the sound of their voices, but Maea still sensed their presence nearby. Golden eyes weighing down on the intruders, watching for openings to retake the space that was theirs, so suddenly invaded by these two-legs. From what she had seen so far, they possessed a wealth of patience, tolerance and capacity for forgiveness towards one another. Traits to admire, and emulate - traits she knew she had to cultivate if she ever wanted to get away from the corner she had painted herself into, regardless of the outcome of this unexpected encounter.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
