// I tried to scream but my head was underwater //
A gently haunted house, huh. Rubbing a spot of dirt off her finger, Maea smiled as she came away from the shrine and fell in beside Flora. "I like it," she said, approval bright as the mischief glittering in her eyes. "A house with a personality - normally you don't get that until after a few generations have come and gone. I hope your guests will know to appreciate it." Hoped the place would be filled with more than ghosts, at the end of the day. The smile on Flora's face discouraged her from commenting further, or from offering more than the invitation she'd already extended. Her concern for her skirted too close to pity, was too easily misunderstood; so Maea simply extended an arm to her, to hook into while they made the trek back towards the village.
"Speaking of houses... Did you ever live in the Guardian's Treehouse? I hope it doesn't feel too weird that I'm there..." It hit her, occasionally, all the history between its walls that she didn't know anything about. On most days it was comforting, but every once in a while the old insecurities reared their heads, and made her feel a stranger in her own home.
"Speaking of houses... Did you ever live in the Guardian's Treehouse? I hope it doesn't feel too weird that I'm there..." It hit her, occasionally, all the history between its walls that she didn't know anything about. On most days it was comforting, but every once in a while the old insecurities reared their heads, and made her feel a stranger in her own home.
Maea
// They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter //
