MAEA
The cool, quiet dark engulfed her as she emerged from the void. A faint pop spread like a whisper down the stone corridors as her appearance disrupted the air molecules. But that was the only warning to alert anyone of her presence.
Burned hands were clutched gingerly to her chest as Maea hurried deeper into the Fingers. She knew of several pools where water sloshed and churned, blessedly cold and rarely touched by sun. Maybe that would stop the burning in her palms. She had yet to actually look at the injuries, but she did not think them life-threatening. Only debilitating. Uncomfortable, and jarring.
Strange, how quickly one became accustomed to new situations. In the beginning she had hated the lack of pain. Now... No.
No, she still hated it.
The path began to slope downwards under her feet. As the sound of rushing water grew stronger, she picked up the pace. When the dense dark of the tunnels faded into a murky gray of indirect light, she all but flung herself over the edge and into the water. It was wet. Not cold. At least, not enough that she would feel it. But the ache in her hands began to fade, as volatile essences finally cooled. With the fading discomfort, the gnawing frustration within only became more noticeable.
Damn it all. She had failed.
Burned hands were clutched gingerly to her chest as Maea hurried deeper into the Fingers. She knew of several pools where water sloshed and churned, blessedly cold and rarely touched by sun. Maybe that would stop the burning in her palms. She had yet to actually look at the injuries, but she did not think them life-threatening. Only debilitating. Uncomfortable, and jarring.
Strange, how quickly one became accustomed to new situations. In the beginning she had hated the lack of pain. Now... No.
No, she still hated it.
The path began to slope downwards under her feet. As the sound of rushing water grew stronger, she picked up the pace. When the dense dark of the tunnels faded into a murky gray of indirect light, she all but flung herself over the edge and into the water. It was wet. Not cold. At least, not enough that she would feel it. But the ache in her hands began to fade, as volatile essences finally cooled. With the fading discomfort, the gnawing frustration within only became more noticeable.
Damn it all. She had failed.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
