MAEA
Watching Tal's expression change, Maea wished more and more that she hadn't said anything. Maybe it wasn't always better to get things out in the open. What was the point, when they couldn't do anything about it? She looked at Boreal and smiled, but it was a distant thing, shadowed and lonely. "And I care much for her."
But that was all it would ever be. And that was the problem.
It didn't get much better when the conversation shifted back towards the shrine. It made a certain sense to go and ask Dygra about her relationship with the other gods, but Maea felt the notion lodge like a caught breath in her throat. Making it hard to breathe and her skin sort of... prickly.
"I... don't think our relation is familiar enough for those kinds of questions," she replied weakly. "Besides, it's my consent you need, right? I would have to make up my own mind anyway."
Wishing she could wrap the flames around herself like a cloak, Maea spared her clothes from a fiery demise and concentrated on not burning Tal. Finishing her meal, she licked grease from her fingers, curiously following Boreal as the dragon padded around her.
"What - hey!" Lurching forward from the shove against her back, she dropped the flames. They sputtered and went out., and she stared dumbly at the Messenger. Who rapped his vest, grinning like he had invented a new color. The garment seemed entirely innocuous, but that sound...
"Is that... armor?" Dubious, the Ancient reached out to examine the strange cloth for herself. "I was picturing something more... shiny." Like the suits of armor from the barracks, and the chestplates the guards wore.
But that was all it would ever be. And that was the problem.
It didn't get much better when the conversation shifted back towards the shrine. It made a certain sense to go and ask Dygra about her relationship with the other gods, but Maea felt the notion lodge like a caught breath in her throat. Making it hard to breathe and her skin sort of... prickly.
"I... don't think our relation is familiar enough for those kinds of questions," she replied weakly. "Besides, it's my consent you need, right? I would have to make up my own mind anyway."
Wishing she could wrap the flames around herself like a cloak, Maea spared her clothes from a fiery demise and concentrated on not burning Tal. Finishing her meal, she licked grease from her fingers, curiously following Boreal as the dragon padded around her.
"What - hey!" Lurching forward from the shove against her back, she dropped the flames. They sputtered and went out., and she stared dumbly at the Messenger. Who rapped his vest, grinning like he had invented a new color. The garment seemed entirely innocuous, but that sound...
"Is that... armor?" Dubious, the Ancient reached out to examine the strange cloth for herself. "I was picturing something more... shiny." Like the suits of armor from the barracks, and the chestplates the guards wore.
Light is easy to love
Show me your darkness
Show me your darkness
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
