Sins of the father

No, it was true. Maea didn't know, and that was more frightening than anything else. To walk blind into a storm with no idea what waited beyond the next step was terrifying, and that was why she prayed. Hoping desperately that someone could see further ahead than her, and give some indication on where to go. With the faith that directions would not leave her tumbling off a cliff. The rag tickling at her nose made the girl laugh, surprised but delighted at the gesture. It was heartening to see that the toy was appreciated; it did mean much to her, and that was precisely why Maea could give it only to Ludo. They would understand. "I'm glad you do" she replied, very softly, as the item disappeared into the folds of the rags. "Sorry, I do overthink sometimes. I think..." Maea looked down on her hands, thought of the magic at her disposal. At the anguish it caused her, the joys, the many uses it had, and all the things she could do without it. Would she really be less herself if she couldn't make things zoom through the air? "You know what, Ludo, I think I would" she said, as the answer became obvious. "I don't need the magic. Not really." She just wanted it. But Maea wanted a great deal of other things too, that she could live without. This was no different. Maea Like morning dew Love will come again to you