Maea
The worst of all blessings
Time languished in the shade alongside them, passing slowly as though it too was waiting. With every finger the sun rose towards zenith, the temperature rose, hot and humid. When an hour had passed Maea's silence shifted, softened by a faint sigh; old leaves and a barely there scrape of boot soles against black mulch accompanied her shift as she turned to sit down.
"My leg's cramping up," she murmured, barely a whisper but loud against the midday hush. "They must be hiding from the heat. How are you doing?" Reaching for the bag, she pulled out a waterskin and unstoppered it before offering Liam the first sip. She was fine, more comfortable in this climate than the damp chill of Flowerbirth, but even ancients needed to water. It must be rough for him - maybe he ought to take that shirt off. Or they could take a break, cool off by the river... she could think of any number of reasons why that would be just as interesting.
"My leg's cramping up," she murmured, barely a whisper but loud against the midday hush. "They must be hiding from the heat. How are you doing?" Reaching for the bag, she pulled out a waterskin and unstoppered it before offering Liam the first sip. She was fine, more comfortable in this climate than the damp chill of Flowerbirth, but even ancients needed to water. It must be rough for him - maybe he ought to take that shirt off. Or they could take a break, cool off by the river... she could think of any number of reasons why that would be just as interesting.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
