Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
He who stares to long into the abbyss, will find the abbyss looking back. This pale winter child, born of darkness on the longest of nights, had always been drawn to the shadow world. Death had never frightened her - only the notion of living blind and useless in a world where empty hands meant suffering and starvation.
War... it was still an alien concept to her, and it reflected in the curious cock of her head. Searching and failing to find any point of reference to this terrible, haunting word so often on people's lips.
"I see. Is there any change, then? Or are people still biding their time, thinking it has not already started? I always imagined it never quite ended... It was only breathed to new life with the fall of the Barrier."
As for what she would do?. Maea shrugged again, but rather weary this time. "The Voice has no cause to do anything as long as I only skirt around her and her purposes. She warned me once, against interfering with her plans. I have not... so far. And if she did, it would only prove that there is such a thing as dissention among her 'followers'."
Fingering absently a fold of Harper's shirt, ignoring the dampness for the novelty of a different texture, she looked pensive. "And even if she did take over... I intend to stay very far away from anything I might care to lose."
The list was very short. It would not be difficult.
War... it was still an alien concept to her, and it reflected in the curious cock of her head. Searching and failing to find any point of reference to this terrible, haunting word so often on people's lips.
"I see. Is there any change, then? Or are people still biding their time, thinking it has not already started? I always imagined it never quite ended... It was only breathed to new life with the fall of the Barrier."
As for what she would do?. Maea shrugged again, but rather weary this time. "The Voice has no cause to do anything as long as I only skirt around her and her purposes. She warned me once, against interfering with her plans. I have not... so far. And if she did, it would only prove that there is such a thing as dissention among her 'followers'."
Fingering absently a fold of Harper's shirt, ignoring the dampness for the novelty of a different texture, she looked pensive. "And even if she did take over... I intend to stay very far away from anything I might care to lose."
The list was very short. It would not be difficult.
