a push & a shove into oblivion.

Maea

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

Humming quietly to herself, a young woman came wondering down the beach. A ragged black shawl had been worn over her head at one point, but it had been pushed back to hang loosely about thin shoulders. Similarly, restless fingers hand combed through the moon-bright seafoam hair, undoing soft silk from the braid to drift and dance upon the wind. Aside from the skin, marble pale and matching the simple white dress tangling about her legs, there was nothing remarkable about her. A bit short, perhaps. Rather wistful looking, for all that the song the sang was sweet; some lullaby or other, a melody she couldn't recall the origins of.

"Lavender's blue, dilly dilly
Lavender's green..."

Her eyes, pale and of indistinct color - blue, gray, purple? - moved with easy lack of interest over the pretty woman who sat curled up in her path. Walked right by her, in fact, just offering a slightly wide berth around her to not intrude... and Maea would have kept going if her gaze hadn't fallen on crimson drops in the sand. Blood? Following their path, she turned, tracing them back to the woman...

"Are you hurt?" she asked, pausing. A slight note of concern seeping through a face and voice that tried to remain calm, collected... But she had never been good at hiding her emotions.

Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay