Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
The hand on her shoulder brought Maea to a wobbly halt, and she looked back at Amun with raised brows. His explanation made her sink down to sit on a step, a mingled expression of intrigue and disappointment warring over her features.
"Oh. By 'full of dragons' do you mean the Draig Cordillera?" She sought the top of the staircase with a speculative look. Then she sighed and shook her head. "No, never mind. I won't risk it." With a gloomy sigh she slumped back, leaning against the stairs despite the way each step dug into her back. It didn't hurt, of course; nothing did. Which took the edge out of even thrill-seeking. The reward was diminished by this decreased risk.
"Oh. By 'full of dragons' do you mean the Draig Cordillera?" She sought the top of the staircase with a speculative look. Then she sighed and shook her head. "No, never mind. I won't risk it." With a gloomy sigh she slumped back, leaning against the stairs despite the way each step dug into her back. It didn't hurt, of course; nothing did. Which took the edge out of even thrill-seeking. The reward was diminished by this decreased risk.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh