Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Relief blazed across the youthful woman's face. Feeling suddenly faint, she slumped down to sit on the ground, heedless of the damp that soaked into her gown. It was a weight coming off her shoulders, and for once she didn't even try to hold back the tears stinging in her eyes. "I'm glad," she ground out, smiling even as she rubbed at her eyes. "Just because I needed two of them I couldn't seem to find a single flower - I'm so happy one found you instead. Now there's only Liam – " And that was a conundrum and a half, given how well adjusted he seemed. But would her soldier thank her for allowing that confidence decide her course of action? When she knew it had been done through coersion and not through any choice of his? Maea didn't know. Would have to find a way to get an answer from him somehow - but first she needed a rose, a lily, a miracle to keep in her pocket for when the day came.
As for Talyson, she couldn't say she blamed him for needing time to process. "Do you think he'd be okay if I left a letter for him with you?" She missed him, missed their steady friendship and the ridiculous antics of Boreal - wanted to see whether he'd get along with Liam and show him Shii – so many things.
Slowly, still processing, Maea reached for the pack and began stuffing the parcels of meat into it. Without getting up, she cleaned off her knife and rolled up the skins to be salted later - and then slumped back to lay flat on the ground. Just for a moment - she needed some time to think, and adjust; Tal was cured. He was safe - or as safe as anyone could be, with his new weakness to the Void.
As for Talyson, she couldn't say she blamed him for needing time to process. "Do you think he'd be okay if I left a letter for him with you?" She missed him, missed their steady friendship and the ridiculous antics of Boreal - wanted to see whether he'd get along with Liam and show him Shii – so many things.
Slowly, still processing, Maea reached for the pack and began stuffing the parcels of meat into it. Without getting up, she cleaned off her knife and rolled up the skins to be salted later - and then slumped back to lay flat on the ground. Just for a moment - she needed some time to think, and adjust; Tal was cured. He was safe - or as safe as anyone could be, with his new weakness to the Void.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
