Maea
Like a moth to a flame
burned by the fire
burned by the fire
A faint smile betrayed her pleasure at his answer. Certainly she didn't begrudge him trips and adventure - especially not since she was free to go off on her own, or even join him if she wished - but this quiet existence together in the shared space of a home beat all the magical sights of Caido, and Maea was grateful for every day she got to keep him for herself. Inclining her head to catch his gaze as he went on, that smile only grew, flushing her pale complexion with pleasure and returned devotion that might have seemed frightening if it hadn't been so tender.
"I'd say that it's because of you, though," she replied, voice quivering with quiet mirth. "I'd never care to do anything if I were alone. What's the point, if there's nobody to share it all with? " Nuzzling his cheek with her nose, she sat in quiet contemplation for a moment, before going on. "Well... I guess there's the Greatwood, too. I don't really feel alone when I'm here, even while you're away. Both because I know you'll come back eventually, and... well... because it's home, I suppose. Like I belong. Do you feel it too?" Whether it was the Mathair's connecting influence or the winding rivers, the multitude living hearts beating close, or simply the slow pace of life lived among the Fae, it spoke to her, calmed her and healed wounds she'd tried to simply endure before. Once she would have felt shame over her willingness to stay in one place, to let others deal with a problem, to take care of herself for once... but when day after quiet day passed and life went on without the sky falling down, she realized - finally - that if anyone actually needed her, they were perfectly capable of reaching out on their own. And when that sank in, and she found that her hands were free to occupy themselves with whatever she wanted, her nightmares lessened, and the gardening began in earnest.
"I'd say that it's because of you, though," she replied, voice quivering with quiet mirth. "I'd never care to do anything if I were alone. What's the point, if there's nobody to share it all with? " Nuzzling his cheek with her nose, she sat in quiet contemplation for a moment, before going on. "Well... I guess there's the Greatwood, too. I don't really feel alone when I'm here, even while you're away. Both because I know you'll come back eventually, and... well... because it's home, I suppose. Like I belong. Do you feel it too?" Whether it was the Mathair's connecting influence or the winding rivers, the multitude living hearts beating close, or simply the slow pace of life lived among the Fae, it spoke to her, calmed her and healed wounds she'd tried to simply endure before. Once she would have felt shame over her willingness to stay in one place, to let others deal with a problem, to take care of herself for once... but when day after quiet day passed and life went on without the sky falling down, she realized - finally - that if anyone actually needed her, they were perfectly capable of reaching out on their own. And when that sank in, and she found that her hands were free to occupy themselves with whatever she wanted, her nightmares lessened, and the gardening began in earnest.
That's the way love goes
