MAEA
The sound of water haunted her wherever she went. Rushing, dripping, rippling and pouring, from the ceaseless rain outside to the echoing shimmer of waves whispering against stone keys. It taunted her with memories of what it had been like to have that murmuring against her soul, a spark of cool potential just beyond her fingertips. It had been years since Maea lost her ability to do magic, but today in particular she felt the ache of it, an itch she couldn't quite scratch - and nothing to distract herself with.
As she was perched on the edge of a canal in the Atheneum, surrounded by volumes upon volumes of books and tomes and scrolls of every subject one could think of, that was quite laughable of course. The sheer amount of them was overwhelming her though and where she gazed up into the high dome above, leaned back on her elbows and with bare feet splashing languidly in the water, the task of picking a path or subject to immerse herself in left her dizzy.
Above all, it seemed so pointless. The world and the Grounds had both done a good job of continuing without her. Her presence or absence had not made any difference, and so it was clear that she wasn't needed. Why bother, then? Why do anything else beyond seeing to her own immediate needs? There was certainly a sense of freedom in not giving a fuck about anything or anyone. Unfortunately, it also left her with a hollow ache in her gut.
Sighing to herself, Maea slumped to the floor on her back. White hair pooled around her head like a drift of Deepfrost snow left behind, contrasting sharply against the deep black of the cloak and dress she wore. Thinking she was alone in the building, she began to hum to herself, a slow lullaby she couldn't quite recall the words of. The sound grew and swelled as echoes took up the melody; bittersweet and guilt ridden, a touch rebellious for daring to make so much noise in a house of silence.
As she was perched on the edge of a canal in the Atheneum, surrounded by volumes upon volumes of books and tomes and scrolls of every subject one could think of, that was quite laughable of course. The sheer amount of them was overwhelming her though and where she gazed up into the high dome above, leaned back on her elbows and with bare feet splashing languidly in the water, the task of picking a path or subject to immerse herself in left her dizzy.
Above all, it seemed so pointless. The world and the Grounds had both done a good job of continuing without her. Her presence or absence had not made any difference, and so it was clear that she wasn't needed. Why bother, then? Why do anything else beyond seeing to her own immediate needs? There was certainly a sense of freedom in not giving a fuck about anything or anyone. Unfortunately, it also left her with a hollow ache in her gut.
Sighing to herself, Maea slumped to the floor on her back. White hair pooled around her head like a drift of Deepfrost snow left behind, contrasting sharply against the deep black of the cloak and dress she wore. Thinking she was alone in the building, she began to hum to herself, a slow lullaby she couldn't quite recall the words of. The sound grew and swelled as echoes took up the melody; bittersweet and guilt ridden, a touch rebellious for daring to make so much noise in a house of silence.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
