Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
Cocking her head aside, the girl considered, and touched the back of his hand with absentminded fingers. "I actually don't dislike it at all," she admitted. "It's by far the most constructive way I've heard of so far. 'Let it go' just doesn't work, and it's annoying to hear after a while." Patting his hand again she went to exchange the book for a new one. Skimming was dangerous in some ways because it was easy to miss the sort of obscure information they were delving for, but Maea had a feeling they would know if they discovered anything of note.
She snorted at his gesture, refusing to let her gaze follow. The spirits were gone, the mess cleared up. "Foolish. Relieved. Anxious that I have to go again without any resolution. In my head I know it shouldn't be a big deal, but..." She shook her head and rolled her eyes at herself. "If you really don't mind, I would be glad to join you. But I don't want to intrude on your moment."
Listening as Amun answered her questions, Maea picked up a stack of papers from a pile in a corner and brought them over to the desk. Sitting down in the dusty chair, she began to flip through them to see what they were about.
"I see. I wonder why she does that. Keep the souls, I mean? If she didn't, maybe Mort and Ludo wouldn't have so much against her." Looking up when the stack turned out to be various folk-songs and anonymous poetry, she watched Amun break the lock on the drawers. "Did you ever find it strange, by the way, what the bite does to people? And to us, especially! I mean, aren't we encouraged to think of each other as family? I don't know about you, but there are some things I don't exactly associate with 'family time', if you know what I mean."
She snorted at his gesture, refusing to let her gaze follow. The spirits were gone, the mess cleared up. "Foolish. Relieved. Anxious that I have to go again without any resolution. In my head I know it shouldn't be a big deal, but..." She shook her head and rolled her eyes at herself. "If you really don't mind, I would be glad to join you. But I don't want to intrude on your moment."
Listening as Amun answered her questions, Maea picked up a stack of papers from a pile in a corner and brought them over to the desk. Sitting down in the dusty chair, she began to flip through them to see what they were about.
"I see. I wonder why she does that. Keep the souls, I mean? If she didn't, maybe Mort and Ludo wouldn't have so much against her." Looking up when the stack turned out to be various folk-songs and anonymous poetry, she watched Amun break the lock on the drawers. "Did you ever find it strange, by the way, what the bite does to people? And to us, especially! I mean, aren't we encouraged to think of each other as family? I don't know about you, but there are some things I don't exactly associate with 'family time', if you know what I mean."
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
