"There is another thing I've yet to fully come to terms with," she said with a little smile, on the subject of the Herald. "There are still times when I wonder if it wasn't a dream, after all. Seeing gods, speaking to them, earning their gifts... I keep thinking it'll end soon, that it was only a fluke and I'll never meet them again." It's why she never let go of the shawl. Even when she slept, she kept it folded beneath her head, terrified that it might disappear and leave her without this one solid, undeniable proof of what had happened. Her clear sight should really be enough to do that, but... in the end, the rags were more tangible. And she loved it, no matter that it was a tattered and worn looking garment, made of a material she couldn't quite place.
Perhaps it was about time she started to reconsider what it actually meant to be what she was. The term Abandoned... might not be what applied anymore. Acquired her kind had once been called, and it hovered at the back of her mind like a beacon of hope. A suggestion that all might not be as desperately bleak as it once had seemed. Maea was behind the times, now. A year after everyone in terms of development, openminded thinking and new ideas; there was no way she could catch up on that in one evening, but this was indeed a good place to start.
But as Jigano offered her the chance to ask any question, she actually laughed again, some of the dolor lifting from her spirit.
"Be careful what you offer, Provost, or I might have you stand here and speak for the rest of the night," she teased. "Perhaps I'll ask you to explain the blight for me then? And how you found the portals. Also, why did Zariah want you arrested? Then again, I've been very curious about the migration patterns of the Luxere, could you perhaps enlighten me on that as well? Oh, and what about the Fae, and the Greatwood, have you found a way to get through it yet? Is there a map to look at?"
Pale eyes glittered with laughter in the night as she kept listing questions, big and small, heaping them up in a tottering pile for the guildmaster to pick apart at his leisure.
Perhaps it was about time she started to reconsider what it actually meant to be what she was. The term Abandoned... might not be what applied anymore. Acquired her kind had once been called, and it hovered at the back of her mind like a beacon of hope. A suggestion that all might not be as desperately bleak as it once had seemed. Maea was behind the times, now. A year after everyone in terms of development, openminded thinking and new ideas; there was no way she could catch up on that in one evening, but this was indeed a good place to start.
But as Jigano offered her the chance to ask any question, she actually laughed again, some of the dolor lifting from her spirit.
"Be careful what you offer, Provost, or I might have you stand here and speak for the rest of the night," she teased. "Perhaps I'll ask you to explain the blight for me then? And how you found the portals. Also, why did Zariah want you arrested? Then again, I've been very curious about the migration patterns of the Luxere, could you perhaps enlighten me on that as well? Oh, and what about the Fae, and the Greatwood, have you found a way to get through it yet? Is there a map to look at?"
Pale eyes glittered with laughter in the night as she kept listing questions, big and small, heaping them up in a tottering pile for the guildmaster to pick apart at his leisure.
