Maea
The kind of flawless they think I should be
A voice pulled her out of the grim thoughts, startling her enough to look up. The first instinct was to hide, but in such clear water and with not a thread on her to cover up with it was rather pointless. The second impulse was to fight. Perhaps running would be more sensible for someone as small as Maea, weak and untrained and utterly lacking in combat skills. But she was not a runner, and with the battle of the Spire so close to her mind, she reacted before the stranger had even finished speaking.
With a rather undignified yelp, Maea flung her will at the surface of the water, the mental hand with which she usually moved things around balled into a fist. The person was too far away for her to reach, but the water was not; it sprayed up high into the air, cascading off towards the unsuspecting visitor with every intent of soaking them to bones.
With a rather undignified yelp, Maea flung her will at the surface of the water, the mental hand with which she usually moved things around balled into a fist. The person was too far away for her to reach, but the water was not; it sprayed up high into the air, cascading off towards the unsuspecting visitor with every intent of soaking them to bones.
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
