Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Waving off the apology as it didn't bother her to be met with enthusiasm, Maea honed in on the mention of growing up in the Hollowed Grounds. While she certainly didn’t know everyone who used to live in her homeland, she couldn't help a certain curiosity whenever a new name cropped up. "I was born in the Grounds, too," she offered. "May I know who your family is? Perhaps I've heard of them. The world used to be small enough to at least recognise names."
A pleased expression did linger after Theea's exuberant praise of the Greatwood. She shouldn't take so much pride in that, considering her own limited time spent in the woods, but it was there all the same. Like the shared fondness was a bridge that tied them together, erasing boundaries and braiding bonds however temporary and flimsy. Making them strangers no more.
"Liam and I live in the Sidhe Village," she shared, like an offering (or maybe a bribe to keep talking). "If you need somewhere to stay when you visit, you'd be welcome." In either house, undoubtedly, and most particularly the Treehouse that Maea occupied.
A pleased expression did linger after Theea's exuberant praise of the Greatwood. She shouldn't take so much pride in that, considering her own limited time spent in the woods, but it was there all the same. Like the shared fondness was a bridge that tied them together, erasing boundaries and braiding bonds however temporary and flimsy. Making them strangers no more.
"Liam and I live in the Sidhe Village," she shared, like an offering (or maybe a bribe to keep talking). "If you need somewhere to stay when you visit, you'd be welcome." In either house, undoubtedly, and most particularly the Treehouse that Maea occupied.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
