MAEA
Darkness. Constricting, suffocating darkness pressed in on her from all sides. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. For a second long as a life age Maea found her back beneath the churning ice of the ocean, swallowed into a cage of bone. Jostled. Dying. Fighting to retain some semblance of clarity and calm within the rising panic. She would die here. And no one would come to save her.
Are you alright?
The voice cut through the vision, and light flooded back into the world. New eyes blinked and remembered that shadows posed no threat to her, just as rock and snow could not confine her. She needed no breath, but sucked one in anyway just to remind herself that it was possible, before activating her upgrade and vanished -
- only to reappear next to a vibrantly beautiful woman on the mound above. Maea intended to land on her feet, but her mind still reeled from the flashback, and her knees buckled beneath her. Only as she clasped trembling arms about herself did she realize that the coat she wore - the coat she had lived in for two years now, through fire, water, desert and swamps, battle and sleep and returning sanity - had finally been defeated. A sleeve had ruptured at its seam in her struggle, and a long tear down the back must have been ripped open in the fall. Another shudder wrecked the girl's slender frame, easily passed for shivering in the cold.
"I... yes. Thank you, for calling out," she sighed, the forced breaths she kept drawing fogging in the frigid air. "That was... unexpected." The fall, the panic - all of it, really. And the coat... it was ridiculous, but Maea actually mourned it.
Gazing up at the woman, as she made an attempt to stand, the moon-haired girl blinked at her. "You are a long way from... anything," she noted, as if she too wasn't in the middle of nowhere.
Are you alright?
The voice cut through the vision, and light flooded back into the world. New eyes blinked and remembered that shadows posed no threat to her, just as rock and snow could not confine her. She needed no breath, but sucked one in anyway just to remind herself that it was possible, before activating her upgrade and vanished -
- only to reappear next to a vibrantly beautiful woman on the mound above. Maea intended to land on her feet, but her mind still reeled from the flashback, and her knees buckled beneath her. Only as she clasped trembling arms about herself did she realize that the coat she wore - the coat she had lived in for two years now, through fire, water, desert and swamps, battle and sleep and returning sanity - had finally been defeated. A sleeve had ruptured at its seam in her struggle, and a long tear down the back must have been ripped open in the fall. Another shudder wrecked the girl's slender frame, easily passed for shivering in the cold.
"I... yes. Thank you, for calling out," she sighed, the forced breaths she kept drawing fogging in the frigid air. "That was... unexpected." The fall, the panic - all of it, really. And the coat... it was ridiculous, but Maea actually mourned it.
Gazing up at the woman, as she made an attempt to stand, the moon-haired girl blinked at her. "You are a long way from... anything," she noted, as if she too wasn't in the middle of nowhere.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
