Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Turning as a disturbance in wind announced the arrival of another, Maea gave the creature a long look. She was not well accustomed to Fae, but the wings and the lack of stature made it obvious what the woman was. She was even shorter than Maea herself. How novel.
"One flower more or less - what difference does it make." Her tone was flat and unwelcoming. Pale eyes fixed on the dark rags that flowed about the woman's body; widening at first, then narrowing in what might have been recognition or perhaps pain. Or both?
"Where did you get those?" she asked, nodding at the drapes. She turned, the dagger in her hand returning to its restless dance. The lopped off flower crunched softly as it was crushed beneath her foot. Flowers was the last thing on her mind, these days.
"One flower more or less - what difference does it make." Her tone was flat and unwelcoming. Pale eyes fixed on the dark rags that flowed about the woman's body; widening at first, then narrowing in what might have been recognition or perhaps pain. Or both?
"Where did you get those?" she asked, nodding at the drapes. She turned, the dagger in her hand returning to its restless dance. The lopped off flower crunched softly as it was crushed beneath her foot. Flowers was the last thing on her mind, these days.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
