Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Melita was the master of short replies, of reserved acceptance, and Maea found it refreshing. It also made her feel like she blabbered a lot, which was unusual. Had never been one for letting her tongue run away with her, and yet... these days, it was all she did.
"Well, if you ever get a moment to spare, let me know. I'll be in Halo, mostly, so I'm easy enough to get a hold of." She held out a hand, to accept the bow back. "I think I rather like you... so if you care to yell at someone, don't be a stranger. It would be quite refreshing, compared to all the people tiptoeing around, trying to spare my feelings."
She offered a wry smile, and brought her bags floating up towards herself on a wave of telekinetic energy. Slung one over her shoulder, and took the other in a hand. Easy to carry, easy to pack if the need arose... Again, it struck her as sad that a whole life could be packed down this easily.
"Well, if you ever get a moment to spare, let me know. I'll be in Halo, mostly, so I'm easy enough to get a hold of." She held out a hand, to accept the bow back. "I think I rather like you... so if you care to yell at someone, don't be a stranger. It would be quite refreshing, compared to all the people tiptoeing around, trying to spare my feelings."
She offered a wry smile, and brought her bags floating up towards herself on a wave of telekinetic energy. Slung one over her shoulder, and took the other in a hand. Easy to carry, easy to pack if the need arose... Again, it struck her as sad that a whole life could be packed down this easily.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
