You're so cold
but you feel alive
Ah, the play pretend. It was something of a comfort to be able to slip back beneath another mask. This time it was one of Flowerbirth sweetness and new beginnings, that tried to thaw out the lands after the long cold. While some of the ice lingered it was starting to melt, draining away into puddles - curiously crimson in places - and it was still bright enough, warm enough to offer some hope.
Never mind that her little ray of sunlight on a bright blue sky had faded back into the darkness of night again. Never mind that the only silver lining offered to her drifting clouds came from the sliver of a sickle moon, about to die. She could play pretend, and she could be a friend. It's what he wanted, after all.
"Are portals truly the only option?" she asked him, humming with some admiration as his arrow landed next to hers. "Has anyone ever tried to find the reason behind the elemental storms, to perhaps settle them again? It could be worth considering."
Correcting her stance a bit while he stepped aside to watch her form, Maea tried to shift her little cluster deeper into the dummy's center. A few arrows went astray as she adjusted her aim, but it seemed she had found a breakthrough of sorts, because it did not take over long before the arrows were finding their way into the target with some consistency. Of course, it was still very close. Beginner level. But far better a result than she had accomplished in the past.
"I would," she replied. Lowering the borrowed weapon, she rolled her shoulders and grimaced at the strain she felt. The shoulders ached, her neck felt stiff; this would hurt worse tomorrow, without a doubt. "Actually, I've..."
She hesitated, biting her lip as she considered him, looked at Sunjata and wondered if he was as good at keeping secrets as he was at offering them. But she was ever a believer in second chances... and he said he wanted to regain her trust.
"I've been given an offer to go to Halo. To train... at an academy for mages. It's just... Jigano would not be happy to hear I want to go. Given who's in charge of it."
Never mind that her little ray of sunlight on a bright blue sky had faded back into the darkness of night again. Never mind that the only silver lining offered to her drifting clouds came from the sliver of a sickle moon, about to die. She could play pretend, and she could be a friend. It's what he wanted, after all.
"Are portals truly the only option?" she asked him, humming with some admiration as his arrow landed next to hers. "Has anyone ever tried to find the reason behind the elemental storms, to perhaps settle them again? It could be worth considering."
Correcting her stance a bit while he stepped aside to watch her form, Maea tried to shift her little cluster deeper into the dummy's center. A few arrows went astray as she adjusted her aim, but it seemed she had found a breakthrough of sorts, because it did not take over long before the arrows were finding their way into the target with some consistency. Of course, it was still very close. Beginner level. But far better a result than she had accomplished in the past.
"I would," she replied. Lowering the borrowed weapon, she rolled her shoulders and grimaced at the strain she felt. The shoulders ached, her neck felt stiff; this would hurt worse tomorrow, without a doubt. "Actually, I've..."
She hesitated, biting her lip as she considered him, looked at Sunjata and wondered if he was as good at keeping secrets as he was at offering them. But she was ever a believer in second chances... and he said he wanted to regain her trust.
"I've been given an offer to go to Halo. To train... at an academy for mages. It's just... Jigano would not be happy to hear I want to go. Given who's in charge of it."
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
