MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Maea hummed thoughtfully. She hadn't spoken to Zariah beyond that time when the woman recruited her to the Academy, and she really only had the judgement of others to go by. Still, there were so many people with grudges against her that the Launceleyn hardly could be completely misunderstood. "I guess we just have to keep an eye on her," she said, with a light shrug. "And if she starts to act funny... perhaps there are others who would do a better job as head of the Academy." Her mind strayed to Loren, who had already been nursing plans for a school before this. While he seemed happy enough as Grand Healer... perhaps the two tasks wouldn't be impossible to combine.
But Maea laughed when Weaver questioned her presence in Halo. "Would I be considered crazy for claiming to actually like it here?" she asked, grinning. "I always enjoyed snow and cold, so there's that. And this place... it's so bluntly, obviously, on the nose dangerous. Stark and sharp and clear... it's like a dagger to the throat, both threat and promise all at the same time. Very straight forward and to the point, which I like." Halo didn't pretend to be anything but lethal... and yet held so much beauty if you were able to see it.
Listening to Weaver's retelling of her experiences, Maea picked up the tunes of magic whispering through her again. Plucked at it, played more than practiced, creating flowers and plants from ice to fill the ground outside her gazebo. They were delicate and fragile, and would soon be worn down by the constant pelting winds. But for a time this would all stand, here in a land where ice never melted.
"I think the views on Abandoned are the same pretty much everywhere," she mused. "Except perhaps among the Fae, their aversion is more for the Ascended. I wonder if there is a way for us to change that. Ludo told me once that I could make amends for the folly of the past by using my magic 'modestly, under the eyes of the Old Gods'... How would you interpret that?" Maea was devout herself, wanted nothing more than to earn the favor of her deities... and would take any alternate views on how to do that to heart, if she could.
"Nice!" she hummed, eyes glittering when she saw Weaver make a spark flare up from her palm. Progress, and so soon..! It felt good to know that perhaps Maea had been able to help bring it about.
But Maea laughed when Weaver questioned her presence in Halo. "Would I be considered crazy for claiming to actually like it here?" she asked, grinning. "I always enjoyed snow and cold, so there's that. And this place... it's so bluntly, obviously, on the nose dangerous. Stark and sharp and clear... it's like a dagger to the throat, both threat and promise all at the same time. Very straight forward and to the point, which I like." Halo didn't pretend to be anything but lethal... and yet held so much beauty if you were able to see it.
Listening to Weaver's retelling of her experiences, Maea picked up the tunes of magic whispering through her again. Plucked at it, played more than practiced, creating flowers and plants from ice to fill the ground outside her gazebo. They were delicate and fragile, and would soon be worn down by the constant pelting winds. But for a time this would all stand, here in a land where ice never melted.
"I think the views on Abandoned are the same pretty much everywhere," she mused. "Except perhaps among the Fae, their aversion is more for the Ascended. I wonder if there is a way for us to change that. Ludo told me once that I could make amends for the folly of the past by using my magic 'modestly, under the eyes of the Old Gods'... How would you interpret that?" Maea was devout herself, wanted nothing more than to earn the favor of her deities... and would take any alternate views on how to do that to heart, if she could.
"Nice!" she hummed, eyes glittering when she saw Weaver make a spark flare up from her palm. Progress, and so soon..! It felt good to know that perhaps Maea had been able to help bring it about.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
