Maea
Her mouth formed a little 'o' as comprehension dawned on her. "Alright, I'll go get the flowers!" Skipping and lurching wildly down the steep slope, she was struggling to get the robe in place over her soiled dress but fortunately managed just before reaching the lava pool. Going around would have been boring; with happy abandon the drugged up ancient dove straight into the bubbling pool. It sizzled and bubbled around her, burning away any material no covered by the robe; reducing blood and gore to ashes wiping clean the pale hair and the red lining her nails until she emerged on the other side like one reborn from the fire.
She picked nearly all the flowers she could find. It took a while, mostly because she kept getting distracted and at one point lost herself in the shape of clouds drifting by overhead. Liam pulled her back like a magnet though; with arms full of crimson flowers and the pockets of her robe stuffed to bursting with glowing petals and a hastily bound laurel that lay askew against one crescent horn she came dart!ing back to him with a smile and clipped her eyes owlishly against the light.
"Look at all the pretty flowers!" she cooed, blissful like she'd never seen anything quite as beautiful before. "Say, Liammmm, what are you grateful for? I am for so many things. You, and that the war ended, and you, and my friend Tal is well again! And I have a house and we don't have to fight anymore and I don't actually hate being ancient after all, and we could do anything we want with the Greatwood now - well, mostly anything because the fae need to not hate it, but still – " Interrupting herself to draw a deep breath, the pale little woman lost track of her train of thought. "What was I saying?"
She picked nearly all the flowers she could find. It took a while, mostly because she kept getting distracted and at one point lost herself in the shape of clouds drifting by overhead. Liam pulled her back like a magnet though; with arms full of crimson flowers and the pockets of her robe stuffed to bursting with glowing petals and a hastily bound laurel that lay askew against one crescent horn she came dart!ing back to him with a smile and clipped her eyes owlishly against the light.
"Look at all the pretty flowers!" she cooed, blissful like she'd never seen anything quite as beautiful before. "Say, Liammmm, what are you grateful for? I am for so many things. You, and that the war ended, and you, and my friend Tal is well again! And I have a house and we don't have to fight anymore and I don't actually hate being ancient after all, and we could do anything we want with the Greatwood now - well, mostly anything because the fae need to not hate it, but still – " Interrupting herself to draw a deep breath, the pale little woman lost track of her train of thought. "What was I saying?"
And I am the monster that startles me
in the mirror
in the mirror
Table base by Skylark
