Maea
The worst of all blessings
It was enough. Should be enough, yet somehow the one reservation he held over returning to her side didn't sit right. Was it because of the wife and the children that waited for him in Mort's halls? Reuniting with them were, in fact, quite easy given the dangers of this world, but unreasonably she didn't want to accept that death from anything less than natural causes at the end of a life lived to the fullest should be what kept them apart.
Pale eyebrows pinched together in a frown. Tightening her grip on his hands, Maea raised them one by one and and touched her lips to his knuckles; flushing softly under the sheer intensity of her own emotions. "And even then... if you find that even in Mort's halls you would like to come back, call out to Remi. Tell him where you are. He will hear you, and Ronin will revive you, if he can." Should be able to, at least. And if not him, then someone with a life-giving feather, or herself by whatever means available - Mort was kind, and death was perhaps not quite as permanent as it once had been. Ask her how she knew.
Pale eyebrows pinched together in a frown. Tightening her grip on his hands, Maea raised them one by one and and touched her lips to his knuckles; flushing softly under the sheer intensity of her own emotions. "And even then... if you find that even in Mort's halls you would like to come back, call out to Remi. Tell him where you are. He will hear you, and Ronin will revive you, if he can." Should be able to, at least. And if not him, then someone with a life-giving feather, or herself by whatever means available - Mort was kind, and death was perhaps not quite as permanent as it once had been. Ask her how she knew.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
