Maea
The worst of all blessings
Picking at the splinter until it came out, Maea flicked it into the ashes and sucked on the small drop of blood until the miniscule wound closed on its own. "No... as long as it doesn't equal as boring. Which it definitely isn't," she added hastily, before he began to worry about nothing. "I guess..." Huffing a sigh at the slowness of her brain before breakfast, she struggled to put words to the nature of this feeling winding through her gut. Hazy as smoke, dark and unsettling, like a cloud attempting to dampen this unexpected joy before she got too used to it.
"Maybe I'm just... scared."
A small flame flared up on her fingertip. Guiding it along straps if bark and kindling, something in the ritual of lighting a fire helped, the way keeping her hands busy always seemed to clear her mind. Only when the flames began to rise did she stand, and turned to lean back against the hearthstone. Her eyes seemed to absorb every detail as she gazed at him, raw in a way she'd only let him see glimmers of before. Once, upon a skerry on the Ahi Coast. And again, when they'd stood eye to eye on a battlefield, and she wasn't sure if her plea to leave would be heard. Even so, she still smiled; "Most of the things I've cared for have been taken away... so if something seems too good to be true, I... I worry I won't be allowed to keep it."
"Maybe I'm just... scared."
A small flame flared up on her fingertip. Guiding it along straps if bark and kindling, something in the ritual of lighting a fire helped, the way keeping her hands busy always seemed to clear her mind. Only when the flames began to rise did she stand, and turned to lean back against the hearthstone. Her eyes seemed to absorb every detail as she gazed at him, raw in a way she'd only let him see glimmers of before. Once, upon a skerry on the Ahi Coast. And again, when they'd stood eye to eye on a battlefield, and she wasn't sure if her plea to leave would be heard. Even so, she still smiled; "Most of the things I've cared for have been taken away... so if something seems too good to be true, I... I worry I won't be allowed to keep it."
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
