MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Comforted by his words, reassured by the promises made, Maea nodded and began to walk again.
"I''m not really cold, but it would be nice to get out of the wind," she agreed.
Hooking her arm through his, leaning on him for support; she made a silent vow to do better, to make it so that she too would become someone to lean on. Someone worthy of all this kindness and trust thrust upon her.
"What do you do for fun, beyond pottering and sailing?" she asked him. Perhaps fishing a little, so she would find out ways to be that kind of nice, that kind of interesting he seemed to think she was.
"I''m not really cold, but it would be nice to get out of the wind," she agreed.
Hooking her arm through his, leaning on him for support; she made a silent vow to do better, to make it so that she too would become someone to lean on. Someone worthy of all this kindness and trust thrust upon her.
"What do you do for fun, beyond pottering and sailing?" she asked him. Perhaps fishing a little, so she would find out ways to be that kind of nice, that kind of interesting he seemed to think she was.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
