Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
If she could, she would have shared her fortunes with the other woman. It seemed so unfair that the liberation of the city had to come at the expense of Sohalia's suffering, and no small part of Maea felt guilty for flaunting her happiness like this. The interest in her studies seemed genuine enough to keep her talking however, and as she pushed open the door to the shop, she let the merry ring of the bell set the tone of the conversation. "I'm receiving instruction from a herbalist in King's End right now, " she revealed lightly, "and I've considered asking the Remedy if I get the chance... but it would be more practical if I found someone in the Village." Travelling was nice, but the intensity of a true apprenticeship made commuting across continents rather inconvenient. "It's funny... after the barrier fell, I have this hole in my memory. I still don't recall how it happened, but I must have spent that time in the Greatwood. It certainly is an enchanting place... I never expected feeling so at home there. Not after going years without being able to set foot there."
Inhaling the scent of dye, dust and the heady perfume of the merchant behind the counter, Maea released Sohalia and wandered off among the shelves. Pale fingers ran over bolts of silk and velvet, sturdy wool and linen so fine it seemed impossible for mortal hands to have woven it. From plain weaves to gorgeous brocade, colors danced before her eyes in a sea of possibility - making it much harder to settle on a choice than she had expected.
"Have you thought about how you're going to make the costume?" she asked the other woman idly, and stopped for a closer look at a bolt of dark satin that shimmered like a raven's wing under the light, iridescent in blue and purple.
Inhaling the scent of dye, dust and the heady perfume of the merchant behind the counter, Maea released Sohalia and wandered off among the shelves. Pale fingers ran over bolts of silk and velvet, sturdy wool and linen so fine it seemed impossible for mortal hands to have woven it. From plain weaves to gorgeous brocade, colors danced before her eyes in a sea of possibility - making it much harder to settle on a choice than she had expected.
"Have you thought about how you're going to make the costume?" she asked the other woman idly, and stopped for a closer look at a bolt of dark satin that shimmered like a raven's wing under the light, iridescent in blue and purple.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
