From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Ronin asks further about paint, and Amalia quickly sees the flaw in her idea. "Ah- no," the baker confesses bashfully, her lofty plans defeated as easily as they bloomed. "Perhaps one of the others? Or back in the shop..." with a curious shrug she trails off - a baker has little need for paint, but her grandmother had kept countless odds and ends, and she would not be surprised to find paint tucked away, now over a decade old.
Nodding in assent with the selection of trees, Amalia gets to work finding ropes and preparing to hitch their harvest to Talys' harness. The pony huffs gently as the baker fumbles, her shoulder hurting once again, which Ronin seems to catch. "Yes, I'm fine," the girl replies, gritting her teeth against the ache. "I was struck. By gargoyles. In the underground. It's healed, but still sore." She shrugs again, though the movement pulls further at torn muscles, and gently sighs.
Her work complete, the baker walks toward Ronin, raising her hand to support the nearly felled tree. "If you finish it off I'll push it over, so it doesn't fall into another tree," she suggests, not really sure if this is a good idea or not but eager to contribute, or at least try.
