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M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Pale eyes darted to his frame as he gestured to himself, but the lean figure did nothing to assuage her fears. Who knew what hidden powers he possessed? They were not so different there, not so easy to read and judge true... who would ever believe it if Maea claimed she'd been party to murder, after all? Not with those small hands, so white and seemingly clean. And he might not have to worry about the followers of Ludo, but the Abandoned? Oh, he should be afraid of them. Was that not why even the gods avoided her kin? Capable of too much, able to reach heights beyond what their creators intended... (As far as she knew, at least. Who could truly say what Caido had meant this world to look like?) But... Even though her stomach thrilled as he leaned in with those fangs exposed - had they grown larger than before? - and even though the intensity of his gaze made something cold trickle down the back of her neck... Maea shook her head. Monster? No... She could only see a man. A potentially dangerous man, but... weren't they all? "No" she breathed. "You're not." She had stopped when he did, and when Amun spun back around to keep heading for the rocky slope and the destination they apparently were heading for, she lingered for a breath. It was... not easy, to be challenged like this. To be tried, and tested, and found wanting both in his eyes and her own. Her lips twitched as she slowly followed in his tracks, a hint of a weary, bitter smile; "For someone who scoffs at learning, you are awfully wise. Sure you're not better suited for the Loreseekers than me, sage one?"