MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
He explained, and the girl listened. As the story unfolded, some clarity returned to her eyes and she watched him with rapt attention. Eyes a little wide, as the scale of his origin was painted up before him. Gods, wars, so far she was along for it, but when he spoke of the cosmos, of simply existing, it related to something she was not equipped to understand.
Too mortal. Far, far too human, for all that a spark of magic lived in her soul.
"Where did you land? Here?" she asked, very softly. Very respectful, and ready to accept any silence if it became too hard to speak.
Too mortal. Far, far too human, for all that a spark of magic lived in her soul.
"Where did you land? Here?" she asked, very softly. Very respectful, and ready to accept any silence if it became too hard to speak.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
