Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
The burned out husk of the once clinic stood stark against the verdant backdrop of Haulani, even in the fading night. Charred and weathered by the unforgiving climate it looked worse now than when last she had seen it, and it said something as it had been wreathed in flames that time. No attempts to rebuild it had been made, as far as she could see, and Maea had yet to decide if it made everything better or worse.
A cold wind blew in from the Arclight ocean and whipped the unbound salt-white hair about her face where she stood. With her hands tucked away into deep pockets of a coat long since past its prime, the young woman had the look of a mourner at a wake, or perhaps a one time visitor to an almost-stranger's grave about her where she stood staring at the charred ruins. Lost to her own mind, she noticed little of what went on around her.
She had been standing there for hours, now. Before long, dawn would break over the horizon and force her to leave. Yet for a while longer she would remain. Had to remain.
A cold wind blew in from the Arclight ocean and whipped the unbound salt-white hair about her face where she stood. With her hands tucked away into deep pockets of a coat long since past its prime, the young woman had the look of a mourner at a wake, or perhaps a one time visitor to an almost-stranger's grave about her where she stood staring at the charred ruins. Lost to her own mind, she noticed little of what went on around her.
She had been standing there for hours, now. Before long, dawn would break over the horizon and force her to leave. Yet for a while longer she would remain. Had to remain.
Maea
