Maea
The kind of flawless they think I should be
Though he was not skilled with words, and protested her implications that his home was now a thing of the past - dead, or might as well be for all that he could not return - he did offer a different take on the situation. One that had Maea cock her head with interest, and look around again with fresh eyes.
Yes, it looked dead. This area was, too, in some fundamental way she did not fully understand. But in the distance, far off towards the horizon, there was still green. Where the wasteland and the Outskirts met, in a fertile circle that had yet to succumb to the wear of time and powers beyond imagining. Not dead... Not yet. It was true that they had been ground down, weathered and stripped to the barest bone of a region. Plants, animals, humans and gods alike. The excess vad been removed, discarded as unnecessary in a harsh world... and what remained was strong.
A foundation? That was a very positive way of seeing it, and Maea instinctively latched on to it. Like a drowning reached for anything that reminded of hope.
"I like the way you think" she smiled, and stepped away from the Spire, out of its shadow and into the light. It was bright, stinging her sensitive eyes but the warmth provided by the sunlight made up för the discomfort.
"What would you build on foundations like that, if you could dream? I've been thinking lately that we need to change the way things are done here... but I don't know how. Not in the practical sense that go beyond naming a leader. How did villages work in your homeland?"
Yes, it looked dead. This area was, too, in some fundamental way she did not fully understand. But in the distance, far off towards the horizon, there was still green. Where the wasteland and the Outskirts met, in a fertile circle that had yet to succumb to the wear of time and powers beyond imagining. Not dead... Not yet. It was true that they had been ground down, weathered and stripped to the barest bone of a region. Plants, animals, humans and gods alike. The excess vad been removed, discarded as unnecessary in a harsh world... and what remained was strong.
A foundation? That was a very positive way of seeing it, and Maea instinctively latched on to it. Like a drowning reached for anything that reminded of hope.
"I like the way you think" she smiled, and stepped away from the Spire, out of its shadow and into the light. It was bright, stinging her sensitive eyes but the warmth provided by the sunlight made up för the discomfort.
"What would you build on foundations like that, if you could dream? I've been thinking lately that we need to change the way things are done here... but I don't know how. Not in the practical sense that go beyond naming a leader. How did villages work in your homeland?"
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
