MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
Maea knew the feeling of dreaming impossible dreams. For a year now - actually two, if you counted the time she was gone - she had thought her life was only a waking dream, about to end at any moment. To live the impossible... It took the rift between her and Sunjata and the exquisite pain of that wound to make her realize that she really was awake, alive... It really was a case of not knowing what she had until it was almost over.
"It does, doesn't it," she said, grinning at the vision conjured by her own mind. "Let's hope the fishboy gets his ass up here soon, so we can get started. I'm already looking forward to it."
She considered Weaver's reasons for wondering, nodding her understanding. Her own family had disappeared too, but there had never been any doubts as to their fate. It had been LongNight after all. Only recently had Maea learned that their souls indeed had found their way to Ludo... and it brought an immense measure of peace.
"She could absolutely help you, if you ask," Maea assured. "And don't give up on Ludo. I don't know that Mort will show any time soon, but that Ludo takes the toys mean it sees you, hears you. I don't know what reasons it needs for showing up, but... I believe that if you show that you're serious, it will eventually answer."
Maea was a devout follower of the masked god, and some of that loyal faith showed through whenever she spoke of it. Not the same kind of loving affection as when she spoke of Sunjata, but similar. Just a different flavor.
"It does, doesn't it," she said, grinning at the vision conjured by her own mind. "Let's hope the fishboy gets his ass up here soon, so we can get started. I'm already looking forward to it."
She considered Weaver's reasons for wondering, nodding her understanding. Her own family had disappeared too, but there had never been any doubts as to their fate. It had been LongNight after all. Only recently had Maea learned that their souls indeed had found their way to Ludo... and it brought an immense measure of peace.
"She could absolutely help you, if you ask," Maea assured. "And don't give up on Ludo. I don't know that Mort will show any time soon, but that Ludo takes the toys mean it sees you, hears you. I don't know what reasons it needs for showing up, but... I believe that if you show that you're serious, it will eventually answer."
Maea was a devout follower of the masked god, and some of that loyal faith showed through whenever she spoke of it. Not the same kind of loving affection as when she spoke of Sunjata, but similar. Just a different flavor.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
