MAEA
Cold as a Halo dawn. Maea had heard this expression quite often, and had come to understand it to be of dual meanings. On the one hand, it was an accurate description of a temperature that went far below freezing, enough to bite the hands of fingers and toes until they blackened and fell off in a matter of hours. On the other hand, it was also a term of deepest honesty, with connotations of rough love. Cold as Dawn - 'you're honest in a very brutal and quite refreshing way, and I adore this in you.'
But there was nothing adorable about sitting on a rooftop with the dawn winds howling around her ears, dressed in little more than thin night clothes - a thin shirt and equally thin pants that allowed easy movement and minimal protection from mistakes. Cross-legged in the snow, with no shawl to stave the cold away, Maea tried to breathe through the wind and embrace the cold, like she had that day of the initiation. Find the core of her magic, become one with it. Sometimes it came easily enough, but every once in a while a sudden throw of wind would take her by surprise and the girl was left shivering, her bare feet as numb and aching as her hands, her face... and all the rest of her.
It was torture. It was insane. It was exactly the kind of brutal, cruel lack of mercy she had been warned about and craved anyway, and here she was now. Thousands of miles away from everyone she loved, meditating over deeper depths of magic that may or may not exist within her...
At least the dawn was quite lovely to look at. In a brutal, murdering sort of way.
But there was nothing adorable about sitting on a rooftop with the dawn winds howling around her ears, dressed in little more than thin night clothes - a thin shirt and equally thin pants that allowed easy movement and minimal protection from mistakes. Cross-legged in the snow, with no shawl to stave the cold away, Maea tried to breathe through the wind and embrace the cold, like she had that day of the initiation. Find the core of her magic, become one with it. Sometimes it came easily enough, but every once in a while a sudden throw of wind would take her by surprise and the girl was left shivering, her bare feet as numb and aching as her hands, her face... and all the rest of her.
It was torture. It was insane. It was exactly the kind of brutal, cruel lack of mercy she had been warned about and craved anyway, and here she was now. Thousands of miles away from everyone she loved, meditating over deeper depths of magic that may or may not exist within her...
At least the dawn was quite lovely to look at. In a brutal, murdering sort of way.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
