Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
There was no satisfaction in seeing the woman's face pale. Perhaps if she truly had wanted to drive Alys away, Maea could have taken some pleasure in seeing her point hit home. As it was, a hollow weariness was all she got out of it. Alys backed away, and the clawed hand carrying the crow fell down to Maea's side as though invisible strings had been cut.
She wished she had been exaggerating. She wished the danger wasn't so real. She wished for a great deal of things, but that didn't make them come true. Maybe it was worth a shot - but until she knew for certain that she understood the risks, Maea wasn't willing to invite anyone into her life. She couldn't protect them, couldn't swear they would be safe.
"Alright. As you wish," she replied, softer this time. "Safe travels. It was nice talking to you."
Accepting the choice Alys made was a breeze. A relief, really; it was easier to be left alone. Maea kept telling herself that as she too turned away, and went to retrieve her luggage. The flour was wet, and the contents of the basket had gone soggy, and her stomach churned with hunger and disappointment. Wasted effort, wasted resources - wasted opportunities all around, and the day wasn't even through yet.
At least the weather was nice. Ha.
{Fin}
She wished she had been exaggerating. She wished the danger wasn't so real. She wished for a great deal of things, but that didn't make them come true. Maybe it was worth a shot - but until she knew for certain that she understood the risks, Maea wasn't willing to invite anyone into her life. She couldn't protect them, couldn't swear they would be safe.
"Alright. As you wish," she replied, softer this time. "Safe travels. It was nice talking to you."
Accepting the choice Alys made was a breeze. A relief, really; it was easier to be left alone. Maea kept telling herself that as she too turned away, and went to retrieve her luggage. The flour was wet, and the contents of the basket had gone soggy, and her stomach churned with hunger and disappointment. Wasted effort, wasted resources - wasted opportunities all around, and the day wasn't even through yet.
At least the weather was nice. Ha.
{Fin}
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
