Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
It was snowing. Not unusual for Halo, but there was something different about it this day. Instead of the usual howling snowstorms, the wind was eerily still and the snow that did fall came down in a quiet, steady flurry, each snowflake the size of a thumb or more. It settled on rooftops and walkways, crowding the shoulders of people that walked to and from shops and marketstalls.
The mood was unusually cheerful for a day without sun, but not for the first time, Maea was a dark cloud hovering on everyones horizon. Quite literally, as she had pulled her shawl up over the head to keep the snow out of her hair. With the dark rags billowing about her and the pale face still and quiet beneath, she caught more than one startled glance before people realized that it was indeed not Ludo come to haunt them, though it was its season.
Alas, she left them disappointed.
Carrying a bundle with tools and supplies in her arms, Maea was looking for some place to settle down with her work. But it was a somber task she was undertaking, and none of the taverns or eateries felt like suitable places for it. Nor did she want to sit out in the open, for everyone around to gawk at her.
Stopping by a street corner, she looked around and sighed. Thinking that perhaps it would be better to head up to the Palace instead. Perhaps Loren would have time for her misery... it would be a fair trade, considering how much she'd done the same for him lately.
The mood was unusually cheerful for a day without sun, but not for the first time, Maea was a dark cloud hovering on everyones horizon. Quite literally, as she had pulled her shawl up over the head to keep the snow out of her hair. With the dark rags billowing about her and the pale face still and quiet beneath, she caught more than one startled glance before people realized that it was indeed not Ludo come to haunt them, though it was its season.
Alas, she left them disappointed.
Carrying a bundle with tools and supplies in her arms, Maea was looking for some place to settle down with her work. But it was a somber task she was undertaking, and none of the taverns or eateries felt like suitable places for it. Nor did she want to sit out in the open, for everyone around to gawk at her.
Stopping by a street corner, she looked around and sighed. Thinking that perhaps it would be better to head up to the Palace instead. Perhaps Loren would have time for her misery... it would be a fair trade, considering how much she'd done the same for him lately.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
