Maea
The worst of all blessings
Her expression turned ever so slightly greedy at the notion of cold-resistant gloves. "Not a bad idea! Would that I still had Ludo's rags. I used to be able to walk barefoot through the Citadel with those over my shoulders. The good old days," she lamented, with a wistful little sigh. "Good point about the branches, though. Did you, uh, break anything?" she added, off hand and entirely innocent as though the image of him being assaulted by falling branches wasn't the least bit funny.
Her voice brightened back up as the topic turned to magic, expression turning lively as she replied. "Telekinesis. I made leaf boats and juggled stones, and when Noah was there we played out battles from his stories. He lined up sticks into armies, and I got the sweet part - usually a dragon or sparkbird that wreaked havoc on everyone else." Twigs had flied, rocks clashed, and one glorious night in the flickering light of a lantern she had managed to 'bless' the entire battlefield with a storm of feathers stolen from a grandmother's precious down pillow. It had been amazing - until they had to frantically collect the flighty fuckers in a race against the daylight. That one... had not ended well.
"What kind of games did you play as a kid?" she wondered, absently tracing the callouses of his fingers with featherlight fingers. "Did you always want to be a dragoon?"
Her voice brightened back up as the topic turned to magic, expression turning lively as she replied. "Telekinesis. I made leaf boats and juggled stones, and when Noah was there we played out battles from his stories. He lined up sticks into armies, and I got the sweet part - usually a dragon or sparkbird that wreaked havoc on everyone else." Twigs had flied, rocks clashed, and one glorious night in the flickering light of a lantern she had managed to 'bless' the entire battlefield with a storm of feathers stolen from a grandmother's precious down pillow. It had been amazing - until they had to frantically collect the flighty fuckers in a race against the daylight. That one... had not ended well.
"What kind of games did you play as a kid?" she wondered, absently tracing the callouses of his fingers with featherlight fingers. "Did you always want to be a dragoon?"
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
