Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Drawing on a deep breath, Maea held it and made her shoulders come down as she let it out, intentionally expelling tension and racing thoughts until her mind cleared. It made every bit of sense, of course, to reach out to those not already involved in the fight. Instead of placing more burdens on them, it would be more efficient to spread the effort. Many smalll creeks, or however the saying went.
"Damp might be the best kind when dealing with me," she remarked, dry and cery aware of her tendency to forge ahead with the slightest bit of encouragement. "I do appreciate it... though it'd be nice to talk about less grim topics sometime."
Getting up on her feet again while Remi filled the canister, she dusted off her skirt and offered him a hug when it seemed that he was about to be on his way. "I will. And you too - if you ever need anything, I'm here. Good luck with the quest, too - I look forward to the celebration."
Lingering in the dappled light, she saw her friend off and watched him go until the forest had swallowed his silhouette. For a time she simply stood there, gaze distant while her thoughts kept churning around the depressing topics of defeat and underground resistance, until with a sigh she settled back into the crook of roots and fished the journal back out again. Turning it onto a fresh page, a list began to fill the paper, of names and ideas and any branching points of interest and concern – and though the blackbird kept singing from its branch, it serenaded to deaf ears.
[FIN]
"Damp might be the best kind when dealing with me," she remarked, dry and cery aware of her tendency to forge ahead with the slightest bit of encouragement. "I do appreciate it... though it'd be nice to talk about less grim topics sometime."
Getting up on her feet again while Remi filled the canister, she dusted off her skirt and offered him a hug when it seemed that he was about to be on his way. "I will. And you too - if you ever need anything, I'm here. Good luck with the quest, too - I look forward to the celebration."
Lingering in the dappled light, she saw her friend off and watched him go until the forest had swallowed his silhouette. For a time she simply stood there, gaze distant while her thoughts kept churning around the depressing topics of defeat and underground resistance, until with a sigh she settled back into the crook of roots and fished the journal back out again. Turning it onto a fresh page, a list began to fill the paper, of names and ideas and any branching points of interest and concern – and though the blackbird kept singing from its branch, it serenaded to deaf ears.
[FIN]
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
