// won't you breathe with me? //
Listening intently to the hum of his voice, a smile began to spread across her lips. He made every bit of sense to her, and she followed the trail of his thoughts with growing sense of pride in how far he'd come. Most of the healing he had done on his own, over time. That she might have contributed even a little bit was just the cherry on top. And from here on? His was a journey she looked forward to be a part of.
"The details and the 'how' don't matter as much, if you know the 'why'. That's what I've found, at least. Keep your eyes on the goal, and an open mind, and even detours can end up bringing you closer to where you want to be." Maea stroked the line of his cheekbone with her thumb, approval of his listed desires lighting up her features. "Honestly, I'm glad that you still care for the Greatwood. Sometimes it's felt like you were thinking about leaving... did I imagine that?" If she had, the worry it nevertheless had caused her showed how much the region was coming to mean to her. The longer she stayed, the more she learned and became familiar with it, the more at home she felt. Maybe she really was putting down roots – and maybe her interest in applying herself to the land and the people who lived there truly went beyond self-satisfaction, like she'd been accused of.
"The details and the 'how' don't matter as much, if you know the 'why'. That's what I've found, at least. Keep your eyes on the goal, and an open mind, and even detours can end up bringing you closer to where you want to be." Maea stroked the line of his cheekbone with her thumb, approval of his listed desires lighting up her features. "Honestly, I'm glad that you still care for the Greatwood. Sometimes it's felt like you were thinking about leaving... did I imagine that?" If she had, the worry it nevertheless had caused her showed how much the region was coming to mean to her. The longer she stayed, the more she learned and became familiar with it, the more at home she felt. Maybe she really was putting down roots – and maybe her interest in applying herself to the land and the people who lived there truly went beyond self-satisfaction, like she'd been accused of.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
