MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Things were starting to come together. The preparations were underway, and before long she would have to announce her final decision on whether or not to attend the Academy. Until then, Maea upheld the idea that it was already a done deal. She went back and forth between Halo and the Ground, acclimatized her to the people, the landscape, the many new and interesting cultures and peoples (cannibals included) as well as local flora and fauna. She had taken to carrying a notebook and pen with her wherever she went, scribbling down notes, questions and attempting rudimentary sketches whenever she saw something that caught her interest. Maea had even gone so far as to remove Ludo's ragged shawl from her shoulders at one point, to fully experience the biting cold everyone complained about... and then she'd hastily replaced it again, before true frostbite set in and she'd have to seek out a healer.
Today, she had braved the strong winds and tattered, drifting clouds and made her way up to the palace. Strictly speaking it was not a place she had business at, but the girl came prepared with probable causes and excuses, and was eager to have a closer look at the structure. Compared to the tattered ruins of the Temple back at home, this was a marvel. Not only was it still standing in full, it was well kept, fully functioning and filled with people all hurrying back and forth with their own business to attend to. It was thriving, teeming and alive, and she roamed the hallways with a smile on her face, absorbing it all with delight.
Finding a courtyard to pause in, the girl settled down on a bench beneath a snow-laden arch and began to sketch. The spotty sunlight that came and went made it difficult to get any real shading in place, and capturing the true beauty of the structures around her was above her current ability. But Maea had fun, and hummed a slow tune as she worked, all but lost in her own world.
Today, she had braved the strong winds and tattered, drifting clouds and made her way up to the palace. Strictly speaking it was not a place she had business at, but the girl came prepared with probable causes and excuses, and was eager to have a closer look at the structure. Compared to the tattered ruins of the Temple back at home, this was a marvel. Not only was it still standing in full, it was well kept, fully functioning and filled with people all hurrying back and forth with their own business to attend to. It was thriving, teeming and alive, and she roamed the hallways with a smile on her face, absorbing it all with delight.
Finding a courtyard to pause in, the girl settled down on a bench beneath a snow-laden arch and began to sketch. The spotty sunlight that came and went made it difficult to get any real shading in place, and capturing the true beauty of the structures around her was above her current ability. But Maea had fun, and hummed a slow tune as she worked, all but lost in her own world.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
