Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
A shadow moved along sun-scorched streets like a specter. Draped in black velvet from neck to toe, her pale skin seemed like porcelain, pale and flawless, without a single drop of sweat in sight. If that failed to catch anyone's attention, the attire or the parasol that blocked out the worst of the light certainly did. For one who generally disliked being at the center of attention, Maea had never gotten the hang of dressing for the region she was in. From walking barefoot along the icy streets of Halo's Citadel to wrapping up in a gown at the peak of Torchline's hottest season, onne could be led to believe she was trying to stand out.
Alas, her head was simply occupied by other matters. Like finding the healing house where Isla worked. The directions she had been given by a merchant was turning out to be very general – 'take a left by the big fountain, go down a level and then you'll see it' – as there was a number of big looking fountains and a veritable labyrinth of levels that made up the towering city. She'd thought she knew Haulani, but clearly there was a difference between a frequent guest and the locals.
Hazarding a guess at the third and largest of the water-features in a row of intersections, Maea began a winding descent down well-worn stairs until it leveled out onto a small square. Here the ground had been paved with cobbles - must be back on solid ground again - and a cluster of smaller shops painted a picture of tidines, accentuated by green trees that provided welcome shade to the neighborhood. Smiling in quiet delight, the ancient took a closer look at the signs - a tailor, a bookshop, an artisan studio that appeared closed off and unused - and meandered down the street until she found it. The clinic, hospital, house of healing... and with only a brief pause to steady herself, she knocked lightly on the door before folding up the parasol and stepping inside.
Alas, her head was simply occupied by other matters. Like finding the healing house where Isla worked. The directions she had been given by a merchant was turning out to be very general – 'take a left by the big fountain, go down a level and then you'll see it' – as there was a number of big looking fountains and a veritable labyrinth of levels that made up the towering city. She'd thought she knew Haulani, but clearly there was a difference between a frequent guest and the locals.
Hazarding a guess at the third and largest of the water-features in a row of intersections, Maea began a winding descent down well-worn stairs until it leveled out onto a small square. Here the ground had been paved with cobbles - must be back on solid ground again - and a cluster of smaller shops painted a picture of tidines, accentuated by green trees that provided welcome shade to the neighborhood. Smiling in quiet delight, the ancient took a closer look at the signs - a tailor, a bookshop, an artisan studio that appeared closed off and unused - and meandered down the street until she found it. The clinic, hospital, house of healing... and with only a brief pause to steady herself, she knocked lightly on the door before folding up the parasol and stepping inside.
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
