over and over again

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Clambering over the snowdrift, Maea skidded down the other side and found herself standing on something that resembled a path. It wasn't easy to spot in the haze, not as the marker was all but drowned in snow and resembled nothing so much as another pile of snow in this whiteout. If she hadn't been alerted to it, she would never have found it on her own, and once again she had to thank luck - or whatever power that resided over her fortunes, good or bad - that Amun had found her when he did. Throwing a sidelong glance at him as he dodged her question, the young woman shrugged. "Fine, be secretive. I suppose that means you're an outsider? I'm not going to judge you for that, in case that's why you won't say." Managing herself better now, she nodded a thanks as he pulled away. Maea let Amun take the lead on the path onward, and rolled her eyes at the return question. He was none too shy about asking, but not too happy to answer questions himself? It was a game she would have been happy to play, but when seated. In a chair, before a roaring fire. With a cup of tea in hand. Or better yet, a plate of food. Right now? Well, talking staved off the boredom of plodding along, at least. She sighed. "I used to be a farmer" she said. "Lived with my brother, and his family, until..." She paused, swallowed a lump in the throat; that was a painful subject, and better left for another time. Maea went on; "Then the Lorekeepers invited me in. Now... I don't know. If I've been missing for a year, who knows if the farm is still standing? The others... probably think I'm dead." The thought was painful. To cause such anguish and worry for her friends as she had felt herself when her family died... it was not something she would have wished on anyone, let alone those who had been kind to her. "What were you doing out here, all on your own?"