Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Finding her path had not been easy, nor was the goal of becoming a mender one she had arrived upon one Maea took lightly. It was a point she had reached after too many years of being lost and aimless, existing just to spite and fumbling for a purpose. Even now she couldn't say with any certainty that it was the best option, or what she wished to spend the rest of her life doing... but it served her as a new starting point, and for now that was enough.
"That would make things more difficult," she agreed in a half laugh. "How to describe it... Most often Ludo appears covered in dark rags. They're thin and wispy, drifting on the wind - so light you barely feel them, but warm. And they wear a mask - porcelain, I think. The expression can change but it's usually white." If she'd still been in possession of the shawl she'd once been given this masquerade would be a dance on roses. Now, Maea was struggling to decide on whether it was easier to make the costume from one garment or several layers of them. And whether to keep the mask plain or make something more elaborate.
Moving along to consider all options, she eventually turned to the merchant and asked to see what scraps they might have. Perhaps the answer to the question lay in patches, in actual rags to be sewn together... A big box of material was set out before her, and with a pleased hum the ancient began to rifle through the contents. "Places like these always bring out the crow in me," she chatted idly. "So many pretty colors and lovely patterns - I'd just bring them all home and stare at them if I had thr space." Alas, her treehouse was not big enough for that kind of hoard.
"That would make things more difficult," she agreed in a half laugh. "How to describe it... Most often Ludo appears covered in dark rags. They're thin and wispy, drifting on the wind - so light you barely feel them, but warm. And they wear a mask - porcelain, I think. The expression can change but it's usually white." If she'd still been in possession of the shawl she'd once been given this masquerade would be a dance on roses. Now, Maea was struggling to decide on whether it was easier to make the costume from one garment or several layers of them. And whether to keep the mask plain or make something more elaborate.
Moving along to consider all options, she eventually turned to the merchant and asked to see what scraps they might have. Perhaps the answer to the question lay in patches, in actual rags to be sewn together... A big box of material was set out before her, and with a pleased hum the ancient began to rifle through the contents. "Places like these always bring out the crow in me," she chatted idly. "So many pretty colors and lovely patterns - I'd just bring them all home and stare at them if I had thr space." Alas, her treehouse was not big enough for that kind of hoard.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
