MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
The Sea of Glass had become a regular training spot for Maea. Ever since she realized the deadly potential of her magic, she had kept her practice as far away from other people as she could. Sometimes it came back to bite her, whenever the ice acted up and slipped from her grasp; more than once she had been stranded out here, too weak from burning herself out to make it back that night. But she had started to come prepared for that, and thus these lonely excursions had become something more along the lines of a field trip. A chance to spend time alone, think, both work and rest at the same time... and sort through her thoughts without distractions.
Gods knew, she needed the last bit desperately these days.
Unfortunately, it seemed her favorite spot had been claimed already. From a distance, she saw the snow and ice redden with the glow of firelight, and her approach was cautious, some taste of disappointment coating her tongue... she wouldn't be completely alone today. Upon coming closer however, Maea recognized Weaver, and her moodiness was quickly replaced by curiosity. So far, her few brief interactions with the woman had left her the impression of indomitable will, attitude and with a deep sense of respect.
But they had never actually talked to one another.
"Care to compare notes?" Maea called with a tentative smile, keeping herself well out of range of any errant spells as she tried to draw Weaver's attention. The fire magic reminded her of Maea's first meeting with Zariah, and from the looks of it, their skills were about on the same level at the moment. She itched to see how her water would hold up in comparison...
Gods knew, she needed the last bit desperately these days.
Unfortunately, it seemed her favorite spot had been claimed already. From a distance, she saw the snow and ice redden with the glow of firelight, and her approach was cautious, some taste of disappointment coating her tongue... she wouldn't be completely alone today. Upon coming closer however, Maea recognized Weaver, and her moodiness was quickly replaced by curiosity. So far, her few brief interactions with the woman had left her the impression of indomitable will, attitude and with a deep sense of respect.
But they had never actually talked to one another.
"Care to compare notes?" Maea called with a tentative smile, keeping herself well out of range of any errant spells as she tried to draw Weaver's attention. The fire magic reminded her of Maea's first meeting with Zariah, and from the looks of it, their skills were about on the same level at the moment. She itched to see how her water would hold up in comparison...
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
