// May the road rise up to meet you //
Choosing a seat further back in the Temple, a certain pale-haired ancient did what she could do avoid drawing attention to herself. Her disputes with many an Ancient did not extend to Kiada, and while they were not close, she thought of the woman as a friend. One who had been through much over the years, facing losses, death and revival without losing sight of who she was. If there was anyone she would like to emulate in life, it would be the Harpy, for she was so utterly herself in all she did that one couldn't help but respect her.
Feeling almost as jittery as the groom looked, Maea arranged velvety cloth around her knees, glad to have chosen her black dress and even gladder still for the simple yet elegant gold jewelry she had slipped onto her horns and tail. With little to do but wait, she kept her eyes too herself, more listening than watching for the arrival of the bride.
Feeling almost as jittery as the groom looked, Maea arranged velvety cloth around her knees, glad to have chosen her black dress and even gladder still for the simple yet elegant gold jewelry she had slipped onto her horns and tail. With little to do but wait, she kept her eyes too herself, more listening than watching for the arrival of the bride.
Maea
// May the wind be at your back //
