Please come back.
The words hovered on her tongue, begging to be said, but the air had grown too heavy and her lips would not move to speak them aloud. Maea didn't feel as though she had the right to request such things, to say anything about his desicions whether they were good or bad in her mind. Who was she to do that, when she had known Jigano for all of a few hours, grand total? That their first meeting had been the first to trigger a series of changes within her was not reason enough to impose, not would it be for a long time, if ever. One day they might have become that kind of friends, but until then? Teacher and Guildmaster was the only connection she could really claim. Even 'friend' was a bit of a stretch, all things considered. She knew nothing of him or his life, and he knew nothing of hers.
Keeping her head down and her mouth closed, the petite girl worked quietly until she began to feel the strain of her limits like a building pressure in her head, one that would Blossom into a spectacular headache if she pushed herself much further. Hunching down with her back against the outer wall of the Atheneum she closed ger eyes and listened to the silence and the monotone rhythm of shovel and dirt until it became unbearable.
"I told Sam earlier that I found a book, with music and notes... It belonged to my mother, or possibly to the Atheneum" she made herself say, trying to lighten the mood with something not so closely related to death and pain and darkness. Ludo would have it's fill of shadows and misery anyway; perhaps it would not deny them a moments respite to savor the sunlight.
"If he can restore it, perhaps you would like to see it, Jigano?"
Maea attempted a smile at the bookmaker, thoughts of the lessons to come like a soothing balm on her raw emotions.
The words hovered on her tongue, begging to be said, but the air had grown too heavy and her lips would not move to speak them aloud. Maea didn't feel as though she had the right to request such things, to say anything about his desicions whether they were good or bad in her mind. Who was she to do that, when she had known Jigano for all of a few hours, grand total? That their first meeting had been the first to trigger a series of changes within her was not reason enough to impose, not would it be for a long time, if ever. One day they might have become that kind of friends, but until then? Teacher and Guildmaster was the only connection she could really claim. Even 'friend' was a bit of a stretch, all things considered. She knew nothing of him or his life, and he knew nothing of hers.
Keeping her head down and her mouth closed, the petite girl worked quietly until she began to feel the strain of her limits like a building pressure in her head, one that would Blossom into a spectacular headache if she pushed herself much further. Hunching down with her back against the outer wall of the Atheneum she closed ger eyes and listened to the silence and the monotone rhythm of shovel and dirt until it became unbearable.
"I told Sam earlier that I found a book, with music and notes... It belonged to my mother, or possibly to the Atheneum" she made herself say, trying to lighten the mood with something not so closely related to death and pain and darkness. Ludo would have it's fill of shadows and misery anyway; perhaps it would not deny them a moments respite to savor the sunlight.
"If he can restore it, perhaps you would like to see it, Jigano?"
Maea attempted a smile at the bookmaker, thoughts of the lessons to come like a soothing balm on her raw emotions.
