Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maes certainly couldn't hear it, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to care much about the people around her. But she wasn't alone, and the mention of her name on the lips of a stranger caught the attention of the wisp. In a glow of blue fire Shii emerged from within the folds of the shawl and zipped off towards the woman on her bench. Maea turned to follow its path, and when her eyes fell on the seated figure, something in her expression tightened. Anger, sadness, guilt and regret; she had never been good at hiding her emotions, and Amalia knew her better than most. Or had, once. Maea wasn't sure that was true anymore.
If she'd been alone, Maea would have walked away. Not in the mood for this kind of company, not considering their last exchange. But the will-o-wisp was dancing around Amalia with brazen ignorance of her reluctance, casually invading the woman's space. So she sighed and walked over, reluctance rudely apparent in every step.
"Shii, stop that. She didn't invite you into her face..." The tone was quiet, scolding... but lacking the conviction to make her companion obey. It gleefully ignored her.
If she'd been alone, Maea would have walked away. Not in the mood for this kind of company, not considering their last exchange. But the will-o-wisp was dancing around Amalia with brazen ignorance of her reluctance, casually invading the woman's space. So she sighed and walked over, reluctance rudely apparent in every step.
"Shii, stop that. She didn't invite you into her face..." The tone was quiet, scolding... but lacking the conviction to make her companion obey. It gleefully ignored her.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
