Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
A recipe for anarchy, that. Though perhaps that was part of the balance, and she too ingrained with the very human inclination towards building as a measure of success. The bigger the house, the more sprawling the lineage, the more wealth and respect you gained from peers. Maea could see how being freed from that hamster wheel might be incredibly liberating. A license to wreak havoc because it was part of your religion; a moral getting out of jail free card and the only limit being how long you could go on before someone tired of the destruction and killed you.
"I see. That will take some getting used to. Are there many Ancient ones around? Why come to the Grounds, of all places?" Thinking for a moment, since she had the chance to ask all the questions that crowded on her tongue, she added, "Is the whole turning to stone thing... very common? Did I make it happen somehow?" It seemed very inconvenient. Even more so since they would have to rely on others to be released.
"I see. That will take some getting used to. Are there many Ancient ones around? Why come to the Grounds, of all places?" Thinking for a moment, since she had the chance to ask all the questions that crowded on her tongue, she added, "Is the whole turning to stone thing... very common? Did I make it happen somehow?" It seemed very inconvenient. Even more so since they would have to rely on others to be released.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
