MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
It was very much like listening to an echo of her own thoughts, not so very long ago. Thougths she still shared, and very much agreed with even now. "You're not wrong, really. I've been lucky," Maea admitted. "Ludo has been kind to me. Appeared to help when no one else would... I really wish all the gods would give everyone else the same benefit of the doubt. " It certainly would gain them more allies, and remove the risk that others went the same path as The Voice.
Maea watched Weaver bend the fire from the log, and smiled at the new ease with which they moved. The decrease of movement the woman used, her hands prone and still. It looked very much like progress, and made her wonder how much she would have grown and benefitted from having a training partner earlier in her development.
Her murmured confession quickly caught the attention of the other woman however, and as Maea's magic sputtered out, so did Weaver's. The pale girl blushed under the intrigued eyes, dark and keen, and for a while she wrestled with herself. Tried to decide whether she wanted to reveal this, or... but no doubt the raven-haired beauty would find out sooner or later.
"It's okay, I don't really... mind. It's... it's Sunjata," she said, the blush deepening into a bright scarlet, made all the more apparent for her pale complexion. Her expression was a mix of complex emotions tumbling over each other as she said the man's name; soaring delight, slight embarrassment, the kind of rosy glow brought on by genuine love... and it all fell under shadows of sadness, when she reminded herself of how precarious that whole relationship had become. If it still even existed... The letters exchanged had not been promising.
"I... he said you would open a bar, here? An affiliate to the VlamVloed..." A gentle way to suggest that Maea had been told a lot of things. Knew that the bar would be more than just a tavern or inn.
Maea watched Weaver bend the fire from the log, and smiled at the new ease with which they moved. The decrease of movement the woman used, her hands prone and still. It looked very much like progress, and made her wonder how much she would have grown and benefitted from having a training partner earlier in her development.
Her murmured confession quickly caught the attention of the other woman however, and as Maea's magic sputtered out, so did Weaver's. The pale girl blushed under the intrigued eyes, dark and keen, and for a while she wrestled with herself. Tried to decide whether she wanted to reveal this, or... but no doubt the raven-haired beauty would find out sooner or later.
"It's okay, I don't really... mind. It's... it's Sunjata," she said, the blush deepening into a bright scarlet, made all the more apparent for her pale complexion. Her expression was a mix of complex emotions tumbling over each other as she said the man's name; soaring delight, slight embarrassment, the kind of rosy glow brought on by genuine love... and it all fell under shadows of sadness, when she reminded herself of how precarious that whole relationship had become. If it still even existed... The letters exchanged had not been promising.
"I... he said you would open a bar, here? An affiliate to the VlamVloed..." A gentle way to suggest that Maea had been told a lot of things. Knew that the bar would be more than just a tavern or inn.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
