Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Gritting her teeth, Maea did not reply just yet. She struggled to hold the anvil in place and scrabbled for foothold on the floor as Darkeye dragged himself forward. When she noticed him separate from the metal, she encouraged him to go on. "Yes, that's it! Just a bit further now. When you feel the pull disappear, don't stop. Just head outside."
Fortunately the metal in her hands weighed a good deal on its own, or she would not have been able to hold it. She waited until Darkeye was safely outside before letting go, and spared herself a moment of entirely unnecessary breathing before following. Once outside, she closed the door firmly behind herself and turned to face the little man, arms crossing over her chest.
For a moment, she simply regarded him. Then she sighed, and shook her head. "I am sorry. It seems you have been cursed. It's not unheard of, though usually it's the work of spirits, not the gods themselves." Her eyes narrowed. "What did you say to her? Not even The Voice curses people out of the blue, as far as I know."
Fortunately the metal in her hands weighed a good deal on its own, or she would not have been able to hold it. She waited until Darkeye was safely outside before letting go, and spared herself a moment of entirely unnecessary breathing before following. Once outside, she closed the door firmly behind herself and turned to face the little man, arms crossing over her chest.
For a moment, she simply regarded him. Then she sighed, and shook her head. "I am sorry. It seems you have been cursed. It's not unheard of, though usually it's the work of spirits, not the gods themselves." Her eyes narrowed. "What did you say to her? Not even The Voice curses people out of the blue, as far as I know."
Maea
