Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
Sam did not notice Maea's reaction to his passing comment on food or drink; to him it was such an insignificant detail of his life he hardly thought it worthy of a reaction. He had been Ascended for so long he had almost forgotten what the pang of hunger felt like, what it was like to feel the true bite of the cold - pain had been a part of his life again for a while, but he'd cast it back away once he'd had his fill.
"Maybe Unicorns come in smaller sizes." He suggested, though he wasn't really sure. "Though, you could always find a simpler companion...have you met my cat, Mia? She's hardly mythical or magical, but she means a lot to me." The little ragdoll cat gave him company on difficult nights and reminded him to laugh with her silly antics as he pottered around making and selling books. She had truly been a companion in the best sense of the word, even if she wasn't a creature of legend.
He watched as Maea set aside the basket then took his hand, thinking it likely to be a good sign; his panic settled a little. "He can. Yet...I'm finding...so can I." Sam laughed quietly, more to himself than anything else.
That Maea was scared of The Voice saddened him, though he understood her reasons. He frowned, taking his hand from hers and lacing his fingers together as he thought of what to say. "She can...be focused on her goal and not always consider how she might hurt people. Still, I believe she ultimately wants the best. Maybe...if you came to her with me sometime, we could speak to her properly and you will see she is a kind person really."
He was glad she was willing to be open minded, even if she did not like his Goddess. "I do not have anything against the Old Gods as such. They dislike me I am sure, but...I think the best world would be one where The Voice rules alongside them, everyone using their strengths together." Sam's eyes slid over to the basket, that Maea had helped to make. "Could you show me how to do that?"
"Maybe Unicorns come in smaller sizes." He suggested, though he wasn't really sure. "Though, you could always find a simpler companion...have you met my cat, Mia? She's hardly mythical or magical, but she means a lot to me." The little ragdoll cat gave him company on difficult nights and reminded him to laugh with her silly antics as he pottered around making and selling books. She had truly been a companion in the best sense of the word, even if she wasn't a creature of legend.
He watched as Maea set aside the basket then took his hand, thinking it likely to be a good sign; his panic settled a little. "He can. Yet...I'm finding...so can I." Sam laughed quietly, more to himself than anything else.
That Maea was scared of The Voice saddened him, though he understood her reasons. He frowned, taking his hand from hers and lacing his fingers together as he thought of what to say. "She can...be focused on her goal and not always consider how she might hurt people. Still, I believe she ultimately wants the best. Maybe...if you came to her with me sometime, we could speak to her properly and you will see she is a kind person really."
He was glad she was willing to be open minded, even if she did not like his Goddess. "I do not have anything against the Old Gods as such. They dislike me I am sure, but...I think the best world would be one where The Voice rules alongside them, everyone using their strengths together." Sam's eyes slid over to the basket, that Maea had helped to make. "Could you show me how to do that?"
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
