// I tried to scream but my head was underwater //
While Flora visited the shrine, Maea amused herself as best she could on her own. Picking up the most colorful leaves she could find and weaving them together produced a lush wreath, one she kept adding to little by little. A fallen cluster of rowanberry, the wilted seed pods of a plant she couldn't quite name, stalks of browned grass and soome ivy wound throughout made for a wonderful crown.
Turning it between her hands to ensure that it was even enough, Maea looked up when Flora returned, and smiled easily at the younger woman. "All done? How did it go?"
Digging into a pocket, she hauled out a small bag of marbles and went to place it on the shrine. The wreath too was settled gently beside them; she was tempted to linger, but it wasn't like she couldn't come back any other day. A token of appreciation would have to do for now.
Turning it between her hands to ensure that it was even enough, Maea looked up when Flora returned, and smiled easily at the younger woman. "All done? How did it go?"
Digging into a pocket, she hauled out a small bag of marbles and went to place it on the shrine. The wreath too was settled gently beside them; she was tempted to linger, but it wasn't like she couldn't come back any other day. A token of appreciation would have to do for now.
Maea
// They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter //
