Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
One conclusion reached over the past seasons spent chasing roses was that it was pointless to look for them. She could strain her eyes for days to no avail; the flower wouldn't be there until it was, and at that moment she couldn't avoid noticing. Of course, knowing that didn't keep her from haunting the woodland in dogged pursuit of a miracle. Spending most of her time as a gore crow, it wasn't often that she paused to acknowledge the few people she came across, in no mood for small talk when days kept passing, stealing precious time away from her friends.
Ah, but the sight of a figure perched among the roots of the Mathair was so familiar that she couldn't help herself. Gliding over towards the woman on white wings, Maea shifted mid air and dropped down onto a nearby branch with feline agility. Liam had been sitting like that too, the first time she took notice of him. Now, in his place, was the very person who had revealed his affliction.
"Are you Noe?" she asked, quite certain of the answer despite the question. Maea wondered if she'd remember her; it had been a bit hectic last time they met.
Ah, but the sight of a figure perched among the roots of the Mathair was so familiar that she couldn't help herself. Gliding over towards the woman on white wings, Maea shifted mid air and dropped down onto a nearby branch with feline agility. Liam had been sitting like that too, the first time she took notice of him. Now, in his place, was the very person who had revealed his affliction.
"Are you Noe?" she asked, quite certain of the answer despite the question. Maea wondered if she'd remember her; it had been a bit hectic last time they met.
Maea
