Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
"Only a bit. I still get lost in the middle of the village some days." Maea scratched the side of her nose with a nail, thinking back on her relation with the forest. It was a dangerous topic, too close to cause of her dour expression and serious mood, but then again everything reminded her of Liam these days. His absence chafed against the tender spot in her chest that had grown accustomed to his presence, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before she met him. Dwelling on it wouldn't do anything though; Alys was in the same boat, and far worse off. She'd lost her partner, whereas Liam... whatever he was to her, it certainly wasn't so easily defined. Getting tired of my own words
"Might be because I've been a vagabond for so long, but I actually don't mind getting lost. It's not like I have anything to be late for, and I get to see places I'd never have gone to on my own." Nor did it become repetitive, like the visits to this hot spring. She'd lost count of how many times she'd passed by already, mainly in search of flowers that never showed. As they entered the cavern now, it was to find it empty of visitors. Someone had forgotten a towel by the water's edge, a pile of leftovers from some picknick had been rudely discarded in a nook by the cave mouth - and as she scowled at the evidence of people's lacking reverence for sacred spaces, an unpleasant aura made her shift uneasily.
"You feel that..?"
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
