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!
Their journey to find Deimos was a quiet one. Noah not seeming to be up for much talking after meeting with the queen of Torchline. Not that Cordelia blamed him given the circumstances. The Attuned didn't feel him pain. Not when he kept it so tightly closed off from her the times they travelled in their shifts, but she knew it was there. She hoped that the work would be a good distraction. That's what she was hoping for herself.
The smell of crisp fallen snow and sleepy earth made its way into her lungs, soothing her in a way that little else could and she sighed a breath of relief. "I can shift if we want to use the sled to haul more." Cordelia offered, adjusting her grip on the axe as she braced it against her shoulder, following both of them towards the tree line. "We also might want a smoke house. Something small for storing meat and fish." She suggested, umber eyes flicking between the two, gauging if they thought that a good idea before she focused on cutting through the first tree she got to.
Cordelia offers to shift into a Luxere so they can haul more wood and starts chopping down a tree with her axe.
Cordelia Limore
'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
