Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Maea did as instructed. She tried to keep the thoughts of her family from slipping away as she opened her eyes again and took the sage, placing it on the fire Delphia had rekindled. The sage blackened and curled, the smoke it gave off thick and white. She waited patiently for it to build up, and then raised her hands, brought it wafting towards her.
The scent was fresh and tangy, light and heavy all at the same time, and Maea found it hard to breathe it in properly. Like the air wouldn't reach far enough down the lungs. But she kept trying, bringing more smoke towards her, and held fast to the memory of familiar faces. Her grandfather's glittering eyes stood out particularly well in her mind; he had been so open and accepting, able to forgive anything and anyone. Much like Delphia, loving all without restraint or rules or boundaries. Ah, Maea wanted to be like that too. Do away with all the walls she'd built, ultimately to protect herself and try to make sense of a strange world.
Maybe it was time to let go of those. To see more clearly.
The scent was fresh and tangy, light and heavy all at the same time, and Maea found it hard to breathe it in properly. Like the air wouldn't reach far enough down the lungs. But she kept trying, bringing more smoke towards her, and held fast to the memory of familiar faces. Her grandfather's glittering eyes stood out particularly well in her mind; he had been so open and accepting, able to forgive anything and anyone. Much like Delphia, loving all without restraint or rules or boundaries. Ah, Maea wanted to be like that too. Do away with all the walls she'd built, ultimately to protect herself and try to make sense of a strange world.
Maybe it was time to let go of those. To see more clearly.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
