MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
She had indeed forgotten about her own magic. So used to suppressing and ignoring it, Maea had never made a habit of utilizing it in her every day life. Even the new conviction to learn how to strengthen and develop it helped there, it was simply a force of habit now. When Sunjata pulled the knife back out from his boot she scowled, vexed that she hadn't thought of it herself already... and without spending any time to dwell on the help he gave her she reached for the blade with her mind. A quiet, invisible something began tugging on the knife. Gently at first, testing as if to see if he would hold on to in and turn this into a mental wrestling match - she had no hope of winning that, it would be like trying to pry it from him with her actual hands, and he was far bigger and stronger than her. Then, quite suddenly it was janked away, shot through the air with alarming speed and snached off behind her back. Before he could change his mind.
All the while, she listened to him reason about the issue, but again the girl shook her head. Though the subject was a bit raw in her, a tender spot that kept chafing as much as the ropes when she began to saw at them with the dagger, she still felt sympathy for the man. He was so miserable, and still so good despite all the awful mistakes he kept making. It was impossible not to feel for him, his plight, his frustration over the seeming hopelessness of it all.
"Then... why go home at all?" she asked, voice quite gentle. The blade nicked at her skin, difficult to control properly when she couldn't see it; hissing at the pain, Maea hoped she hadn't cut herself deeply enough to draw blood. "Maybe I'm just not getting it, but... if I hated being around someone so much, then I would leave. Just end it and leave, and let the person take care of their own problems. Isn't it better to cut it quickly and deal with the pain all in one go, then to drag it out like this?"
The ropes were starting to come off. There was a quiet snap as the first coil was severed, and the tightness eased around her wrists. Making quick work of the rest, Maea let the knife fly back to its owner and sat up, bringing her raw, chafed arms back to check the cut.
It was bleeding, from a good sized nick just under the base of her thumb. As the restraints came off, blood was starting to ooze from it, freed from the confines of rope and skin alike.
All the while, she listened to him reason about the issue, but again the girl shook her head. Though the subject was a bit raw in her, a tender spot that kept chafing as much as the ropes when she began to saw at them with the dagger, she still felt sympathy for the man. He was so miserable, and still so good despite all the awful mistakes he kept making. It was impossible not to feel for him, his plight, his frustration over the seeming hopelessness of it all.
"Then... why go home at all?" she asked, voice quite gentle. The blade nicked at her skin, difficult to control properly when she couldn't see it; hissing at the pain, Maea hoped she hadn't cut herself deeply enough to draw blood. "Maybe I'm just not getting it, but... if I hated being around someone so much, then I would leave. Just end it and leave, and let the person take care of their own problems. Isn't it better to cut it quickly and deal with the pain all in one go, then to drag it out like this?"
The ropes were starting to come off. There was a quiet snap as the first coil was severed, and the tightness eased around her wrists. Making quick work of the rest, Maea let the knife fly back to its owner and sat up, bringing her raw, chafed arms back to check the cut.
It was bleeding, from a good sized nick just under the base of her thumb. As the restraints came off, blood was starting to ooze from it, freed from the confines of rope and skin alike.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
