MAEA
It was late by the time she got back. The trip from the Spire portal to the Domicile usually took no time at all, but it felt like she had been walking for hours by the time she finally made it to the VlamVloed. Walking stiffly, Maea chose to go around the building and slipped in very quietly through the back door. The hall was still full with the murmur of voices and drunken laughter, the scent of smoke, drink and food filling the air. Usually it made her smile, but this time it only turned her stomach, and without drawing much attention to herself, Maea slipped off towards her room and pulled the door after her.
She was so tired, didn't even notice it was left slightly ajar. The bed seemed a heat mirage to her, so very far away all across the other side of the room. Wincing, she began to peel off her hunting leathers, but found the motions all but impossible to manage. She couldn't bring her arms higher than to the elbows, and there was an insistent, pounding pain in her neck that was nastily familiar.
With the tunic only halfway off, Maea had to slump down on the chair next to the small table, sweating and cursing under breath. This was ridiculous. How could it still hurt this much?
She was so tired, didn't even notice it was left slightly ajar. The bed seemed a heat mirage to her, so very far away all across the other side of the room. Wincing, she began to peel off her hunting leathers, but found the motions all but impossible to manage. She couldn't bring her arms higher than to the elbows, and there was an insistent, pounding pain in her neck that was nastily familiar.
With the tunic only halfway off, Maea had to slump down on the chair next to the small table, sweating and cursing under breath. This was ridiculous. How could it still hurt this much?
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
