MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Well, this was going splendid. He was responding, at least? Even if it was just the barest minimum he could manage without becoming rude.
"Thank you, I think. It's one you're familiar with, I'd say. The ice?" He should know better than anyone what a double edged sword it was, and how dangerous it would be in untrained hands. Hers, at the moment; Maea was not unlike a ticking timebomb, a disaster waiting to happen. "Can't say that I've seen anything of that side of her yet, though," she continued, recalling what little she'd seen of Zariah so far. "She was very polite and forthcoming when we met... Should I be worried, you think?"
She was inclined to continue prodding him to speak, to see if she could get him to react, in any way... but when he answered, her almost playful expression fell. Maea felt something tighten in her chest at the revelation, at the brief glimpse of emotion he let slip... before it was gone again.
For a moment, she stood mute. Unable to think of anything to say, because what was there, really? "I'm so sorry, Loren" was all she could come up with, in the end. And though her eyes reflected the empathy of his pain, she seemed quite aware that her being sorry didn't change anything for him. "Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather be distracted from it, for a while?"
It was an offer, a hand outstretched. She could keep him company, if he wanted it. Listen, play that nothing was wrong... or leave him be, if he preferred that. But if he said nothing, she would choose to remain, as long as he allowed it.
"Thank you, I think. It's one you're familiar with, I'd say. The ice?" He should know better than anyone what a double edged sword it was, and how dangerous it would be in untrained hands. Hers, at the moment; Maea was not unlike a ticking timebomb, a disaster waiting to happen. "Can't say that I've seen anything of that side of her yet, though," she continued, recalling what little she'd seen of Zariah so far. "She was very polite and forthcoming when we met... Should I be worried, you think?"
She was inclined to continue prodding him to speak, to see if she could get him to react, in any way... but when he answered, her almost playful expression fell. Maea felt something tighten in her chest at the revelation, at the brief glimpse of emotion he let slip... before it was gone again.
For a moment, she stood mute. Unable to think of anything to say, because what was there, really? "I'm so sorry, Loren" was all she could come up with, in the end. And though her eyes reflected the empathy of his pain, she seemed quite aware that her being sorry didn't change anything for him. "Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather be distracted from it, for a while?"
It was an offer, a hand outstretched. She could keep him company, if he wanted it. Listen, play that nothing was wrong... or leave him be, if he preferred that. But if he said nothing, she would choose to remain, as long as he allowed it.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
