Maea
And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Like I'll disappear
Smiling softly Maea settled in beside Amun, returning his squeeze with a hand at his back. She remained close enough to him that their arms might touch; a pale shadow of quiet support, should he have need of it.
Nodding toDarkeye as the stout man passed by, she returned her attention to Amun and the lantern. "Thank you. As is yours. This - it's for myself," she replied with a wry quirk of the mouth. "I think it's about time I accept what happened. That I died. That people mourned me" - she nudged his hand with quiet gratitude and acknowledgement, fully aware that her brother would have been one of them - "and then moved on. Trying to return to how things were, and who I was.... it's futile."
Turning, she reached up and balanced the delicate lantern in a nook between two branches of the tree, and studied the effect with tilted head. It stook out like a sore thumb in the dark, against the rough bark. Seashells and polished seaglass, silvery driftwood and a single candle lit within; she had constructed the lantern with purpose and method, and looking at it now was a bittersweet and painful thing.
"Why here? Hmm... because it's gloomy, perhaps? Reminds me a bit of Ludo's Woods. Of course that's in the Greatwood, and not everyone is welcome there."
Drifting off for a moment, Maea returned with two cups of some dark amber liquid that may or may not be alcohol. Extending one to her brother, she raised hers in a toast.
"To Sam," she said simply, "and to the foolish girl who tried to drown her sorrows, and wound up drowning herself. May they rest in peace."
Was it strange and morbid? Of course. But then again, so was her entire existence.
Nodding to
Turning, she reached up and balanced the delicate lantern in a nook between two branches of the tree, and studied the effect with tilted head. It stook out like a sore thumb in the dark, against the rough bark. Seashells and polished seaglass, silvery driftwood and a single candle lit within; she had constructed the lantern with purpose and method, and looking at it now was a bittersweet and painful thing.
"Why here? Hmm... because it's gloomy, perhaps? Reminds me a bit of Ludo's Woods. Of course that's in the Greatwood, and not everyone is welcome there."
Drifting off for a moment, Maea returned with two cups of some dark amber liquid that may or may not be alcohol. Extending one to her brother, she raised hers in a toast.
"To Sam," she said simply, "and to the foolish girl who tried to drown her sorrows, and wound up drowning herself. May they rest in peace."
Was it strange and morbid? Of course. But then again, so was her entire existence.
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Yet I go on
