MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
The laughter sent a shiver of goosebumps down her arms as the hair stood at the back of her neck. It was a beautiful sound, echoing and haunting. Maea almost wanted to ask the girl to laugh again so she could hear it one more time, experience the delightful thrill again. Her senses had been all aflutter ever since her encounter with Sunjata, all too aware of her own body and all it did. Setting it aside to think on more pressing things was harder than it ought to be.
"Spirits?" she asked curiously. "What kind of spirit?" Maea often prayed and would not mind thanking any unseen benefactors for aid rendered, but she would love to know who - or what - she would be communing with. Sometimes drawing unwanted attention was a good way to get in trouble.
Thankfully, Delphia went straight to the point. It made things easier for Maea, who straightened her back and wrapped the ragged shawl tighter about herself. It made her look a touch spooky even in the bright light of day. Not a ghost, but not dissimilar to one either.
"I was asked to find you. By Ludo. It gave me a task, and said to bring you along." Watching with interest to see what sort of response this revelation would bring on, Maea thought back to the recent encounter with her favored god with fondness. She was growing attached to the raggedly masked soul guide, and a few of her friends had suggested the feeling might be mutual. A bunch of wishful thinking, in her mind, though the affection from her part was definitely heartfelt.
She hoped Delphia would be interested in joining her. The deep connection the girl had with Mort intrigued her, drew her in like a moth to flame. Lantern light, in this case.
"Spirits?" she asked curiously. "What kind of spirit?" Maea often prayed and would not mind thanking any unseen benefactors for aid rendered, but she would love to know who - or what - she would be communing with. Sometimes drawing unwanted attention was a good way to get in trouble.
Thankfully, Delphia went straight to the point. It made things easier for Maea, who straightened her back and wrapped the ragged shawl tighter about herself. It made her look a touch spooky even in the bright light of day. Not a ghost, but not dissimilar to one either.
"I was asked to find you. By Ludo. It gave me a task, and said to bring you along." Watching with interest to see what sort of response this revelation would bring on, Maea thought back to the recent encounter with her favored god with fondness. She was growing attached to the raggedly masked soul guide, and a few of her friends had suggested the feeling might be mutual. A bunch of wishful thinking, in her mind, though the affection from her part was definitely heartfelt.
She hoped Delphia would be interested in joining her. The deep connection the girl had with Mort intrigued her, drew her in like a moth to flame. Lantern light, in this case.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
