Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
A leaden weight was eating its way through her stomach (or... well, figuratively, at least), and it was cold. Freezing, so much that it burned. Sunjata really thought she would do something like that? Something so cruel, so spiteful? Nate clearly did. The searing glare he leveled at her spoke volumes, and cut far deeper than any words he might have chosen.
She supposed she ought to be angry. But rather than anger, Delphia's actions mostly made her feel hurt. It was a betrayal of the trust she had put in the demigod, in the friend she thought she had found. The message had not been delivered. Her final thoughts and wishes had not come across... rather it seemed that a slow poison had been planted into the minds of her friends that made the sentiments of her friends towards her fester and rot. And the pain it caused them... him. Sunjata. He thought she had left him out. Forgotten him.
Pale hands slowly balled into little fists around the rough fabric of her skirt, and Maea's lips thinned into a set line. Ah... No. She had been wrong. She was angry. Furious, even. It was so hard to tell, in this body where all the chemicals were different. Before, frost might have leaked into the air as magic reacted to her emotional state, but there was none of that now. Only a slight tingling in her hands, as static electricity crackled and popped across the skin.
"Do you have pen and paper?" she asked, a little too quietly. Perhaps it did not matter anymore. Perhaps it was already too late to mend the things that had been broken by Delphia's crude attempts at 'helping'. Maybe he wouldn't believe anything she said at this point... but she had to try. The very least she could do was to make sure that her words were delivered. In full, as intended.
She supposed she ought to be angry. But rather than anger, Delphia's actions mostly made her feel hurt. It was a betrayal of the trust she had put in the demigod, in the friend she thought she had found. The message had not been delivered. Her final thoughts and wishes had not come across... rather it seemed that a slow poison had been planted into the minds of her friends that made the sentiments of her friends towards her fester and rot. And the pain it caused them... him. Sunjata. He thought she had left him out. Forgotten him.
Pale hands slowly balled into little fists around the rough fabric of her skirt, and Maea's lips thinned into a set line. Ah... No. She had been wrong. She was angry. Furious, even. It was so hard to tell, in this body where all the chemicals were different. Before, frost might have leaked into the air as magic reacted to her emotional state, but there was none of that now. Only a slight tingling in her hands, as static electricity crackled and popped across the skin.
"Do you have pen and paper?" she asked, a little too quietly. Perhaps it did not matter anymore. Perhaps it was already too late to mend the things that had been broken by Delphia's crude attempts at 'helping'. Maybe he wouldn't believe anything she said at this point... but she had to try. The very least she could do was to make sure that her words were delivered. In full, as intended.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
