You're so cold
but you feel alive
They made her feel right at home, these bleak and barren wastes, so stripped of color. Much like the Halo tundra once had with it's dagger sharp beauty, all teeth and no silk to soothe the sting, the desert bit into the soul and left her feeling raw. Jagged and ruffled, touched to the very core until all excuses and pretense peeled away.
Salt crusted sand crunched like broken glass beneath her feet and Maea shuddered with delight at the terrible sound. Wrapped in the ratty dark coat with the hair left loose to whip in the wind she pined for the sting of sand in her eyes, of salt on the tongue. This numbness might drive her mad one day, if it had not done so already. It certainly felt like it, as she gazed out across the expanse, and spied a figure standing prone, watching her. An aeolian creature, some dervish dreamed up by night and wind...
She blinked. Shook her head, and looked again. And approached, when she realized that it was only Wessex.
Salt crusted sand crunched like broken glass beneath her feet and Maea shuddered with delight at the terrible sound. Wrapped in the ratty dark coat with the hair left loose to whip in the wind she pined for the sting of sand in her eyes, of salt on the tongue. This numbness might drive her mad one day, if it had not done so already. It certainly felt like it, as she gazed out across the expanse, and spied a figure standing prone, watching her. An aeolian creature, some dervish dreamed up by night and wind...
She blinked. Shook her head, and looked again. And approached, when she realized that it was only Wessex.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
